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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Australia Revenged + +Author: Boomerang + +Release Date: July 4, 2009 [EBook #29315] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AUSTRALIA REVENGED *** + + + + +Produced by Nick Wall and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="trn"> +<div class="center"><strong>Transcribers Note</strong></div> +<p>Obvious punctuation errors have been corrected.</p> +<p>A list of other changes is supplied at the <a href="#endtn">end of the book</a></p></div> + + +<h1> +<big>AUSTRALIA REVENGED</big><br /> +<small>BY</small><br /> +"BOOMERANG" +</h1> + + +<p class="title"> +LONDON:<br /> +REMINGTON AND COMPANY, LIMITED<br /> +15, KING STREET, COVENT GARDEN<br /> +AND SYDNEY<br /> +1894 +</p> + + +<div class="center"> +<i>All Rights Reserved</i> +</div> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE.</h2> + + +<div class="preface"><p>Each character in this work is a type. The +Australian characters may be met with every day +in the Colonies. Nor are Villiers Wyckliffe and +the Detlij Club distorted figments of the imagination; +and the broken heart is a symbol of +the aims of the one, and the object of the others, +softened down so that the cheek of modesty may +be spared a blush.</p> + +<p>In those parts of the work where Colonial +Governors are mentioned, they appear in a less +heroic light than that in which one ordinarily +sees them in print. Therefore for the further +enlightenment of the reader, an appendix has +been added, in which the standpoint wherefrom +Young Australia views them is fully explained.</p> + +<p>"Boomerang" is the joint <i>nom-de-plume</i> of a +Young Australian and his collaborator.</p> + + +<div class="right">B.</div> + +<p> +London, October, 1894. +</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" width="50%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5" summary="Table of Contents"> +<tr><td align='right'>I</td><td align='left'>THE DETLIJ CLUB</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_I">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>II</td><td align='left'>CONFIDENCES</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_II">14</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>III</td><td align='left'>THE MIA-MIA</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_III">26</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>IV</td><td align='left'>THE BALL</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">38</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>V</td><td align='left'>THE OATH</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_V">48</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VI</td><td align='left'>REVENGE</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">63</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VII</td><td align='left'>HAL</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">79</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VIII</td><td align='left'>ADELAIDE</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>IX</td><td align='left'>MELBOURNE</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">114</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>X</td><td align='left'>CABBIES</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_X">128</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XI</td><td align='left'>LAUNCESTON</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">144</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XII</td><td align='left'>GOODCHILD'S</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">156</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIII</td><td align='left'>PORT ARTHUR</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">170</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIV</td><td align='left'>EASTELLA</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">182</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XV</td><td align='left'>MAY</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">192</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVI</td><td align='left'>HOBART</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">203</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVII</td><td align='left'>SYDNEY</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">214</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVIII</td><td align='left'>THE GIRLS</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">222</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIX</td><td align='left'>HIL</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX">232</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XX</td><td align='left'>BRISBANE</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XX">242</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXI</td><td align='left'>TOOWOOMBA</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI">254</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXII</td><td align='left'>DALBY</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXII">269</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXIII</td><td align='left'>CAMPING OUT</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII">283</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXIV</td><td align='left'>FRED PHILAMORE</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIV">294</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXV</td><td align='left'>BLUE GUMS</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXV">306</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXVI</td><td align='left'>MARJORIE WILLIAMSON</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI">319</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXVII</td><td align='left'>FOILED</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII">332</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXVIII</td><td align='left'>PREPARATIONS</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII">343</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXIX</td><td align='left'>EAR-MARKED</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIX">354</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXX</td><td align='left'>THE TRIAL</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXX">367</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXII</td><td align='left'>CONCLUSION</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXI">383</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXI</td><td align='left'>THE VERDICT</td><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXII">377</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='left'><a href="#APPENDIX">APPENDIX</a></td><td align='right'> </td></tr> + +</table></div> + + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I. <br /> <br /> + +THE DETLIJ CLUB.</h2> + + + +<p>In a handsome block of buildings in the +neighbourhood of Piccadilly—a phrase which +may embrace a considerable area, North, South, +East or West—is located the quarters of that +small and extremely select Club, known, and +known up till now only to a favoured few, as the +Detlij Club. The name, like the Club itself, +is an uncommon one, and is simply indicative +of the sad mischance which must befal each +member before he can qualify for admission. +No mysterious or secret rites were shadowed +in the title, and the ultra-curious in search<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +of the origin of the name, need no more overhaul +their Hindu or Persian dictionaries, than they +need their Liddell and Scott. A simple inversion +of the letters is all that is necessary to solve +the riddle, a process which discovers the word +"jilted," and discloses the character of the +Club.</p> + +<p>Briefly, the origin of the Club was in this +wise. Some four years previous to the date our +story opens, a certain Major Fitzgerald, a man +of unenviable notoriety in Society, whose name +was almost as well known in the Divorce Court +as it was in the clubs and boudoirs—a fact +which, though it caused his exclusion from some +circles, made him more welcome in others—chanced +to meet the young and charming +heiress, Helen Trevor, at the time of her +<i>début</i>.</p> + +<p>"That's the girl for my money," was the +Major's inward comment. He had no money, by-the-bye, +it was merely his <i>façon de parler</i>. So he +lost no opportunity of cultivating Miss Trevor's +acquaintance. Now the Major was a handsome, +dashing man, with complete knowledge of the +world, much <i>savoir faire</i>, the faculty for making +himself dangerously agreeable, and no morals to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> +speak of. Helen Trevor, too, though a girl of +her time, was one of those strong characters that—thank +goodness!—have not yet been eliminated +from the human species, either by the artificial +restrictions of Fashion on the one hand, or the +undisciplined vagaries of Female Emancipationists +on the other. She was too young and +enthusiastic to have surrendered her habit of +sympathy for the cheap cynicism that marked +the culture of her day. Brimming over with +sympathy, impatient for some sphere of active +interest, and just sufficiently tinged with the +spirit of martyrdom to be anxious to feel herself +doing some work in the world, her sympathetic +young heart, that had no suspicion of evil, went +out to the Major when he murmured in a tone of +manly contrition: "It is true, Miss Trevor, I +have been wild and reckless, but it was all due +to my having no one to guide me."</p> + +<p>Helen's older acquaintances shook their heads +in mysterious warning, and supplied just the +needful hint of opposition to cause her to devote +herself to what seemed to be a labour of moral +heroism, helping him to the best of her ability. +And Fitzgerald congratulated himself on his success +in having brought about the very condition<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> +of mind he had laid himself out to produce. But +he over-estimated his powers, and he made an +irretrievably false step in trying to persuade +Helen to elope with him to avoid her father's +anticipated disapproval.</p> + +<p>Helen was prepared to go far in her antagonism +to her parents' wishes, even to consent +to an open engagement, but to fly with her +<i>fiancé</i> in the fearless, old fashion did not commend +itself to her somewhat rigid ideas of right +and wrong. She frankly, therefore, told her +father everything, and he, prompt to nip this +affair in the bud, removed his daughter out of +the way of Major Fitzgerald's influence; and, +calling upon the Major himself, subjected the +latter to an unpleasant quarter-of-an-hour. The +result of the interview was that the Major +assumed the air of an injured man, whose love +had been ruthlessly trodden on, and who had +suffered the humiliation of being jilted.</p> + +<p>For the space of two whole days the Major +was absent from his usual haunts, and when he +did appear again he wore a becoming air of +dignified dejection.</p> + +<p>"Hullo, Major!" said a young fellow named +the Honourable George Buzzard, as he familiarly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> +struck him on the shoulder. "Why these tears +of sadness, eh?"</p> + +<p>"My boy, I've been badly treated. I've been +jilted."</p> + +<p>"Jilted, have you! and by whom?"</p> + +<p>"Young Trevor."</p> + +<p>"What! Helen Trevor! that youngster who +is causing all our fashionable beauties to hug +the green-eyed monster. Then shake hands, +Major. For I met the same fate yesterday."</p> + +<p>"You did, George?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. I suppose you noticed that I have +been paying a good deal of attention to old +Browne's daughter."</p> + +<p>"Don't know her, George."</p> + +<p>"Oh! her father is a squatter in Australia, +with millions. She's his heiress, and not a bad +sort either."</p> + +<p>"She refused you. Eh?"</p> + +<p>"Rather, and now she's engaged to the Earl +of Bentham."</p> + +<p>"It's the title, my boy. Younger sons have +no show nowadays; but how those Australians +run after titles. Eh?"</p> + +<p>"By Jove, they do," said the other. "But +now, as we are companions in misfortune, let's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +drown our sorrows," and he led the Major in the +direction of his club.</p> + +<p>Here they were joined by Thomas Thomas, +Esq., known to the entire Society world as +"Tommy" only. He was one of that common +class of young men whom only Society produces. +Without any income or apparent means of subsistence +he did not work, yet he was invariably +well-dressed, and had the <i>entrée</i> of the best +houses. Welcome there because he could +readily adapt himself to any occasion, preserve +a constantly agreeable manner, and had the +details of the latest scandal at his finger-ends; +in fact was one of the parasites that Society +creates, and without whom it cannot get along +the thorny path of its day's enjoyment. Tommy +greeted the two men with a silent nod, and +waited, with the caution typical of his species, +to discover the subject of their conversation. +This did not take him long, as experience in +this work had sharpened his wits. Sitting down +beside them, he heaved a deep sigh, and said, +sadly:</p> + +<p>"I have been atrociously treated, you fellows. +The little widow has thrown me over."</p> + +<p>"What, another!" cried the Major. "Then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> +sit down, Tommy, and enjoy yourself. By Jove, +we ought to start a club for fellows like ourselves, +and call it the Jilted Club."</p> + +<p>"A grand idea!" said Tommy, rubbing his +hands. "Why we can already number five, for +I know Watson and Carrington have suffered +the same fate."</p> + +<p>From that hour the Jilted Club was formed, +and as time went on its membership increased. +The mysterious title of Detlij Club was agreed +on, and, at the time of writing, its adherents numbered +some seventy <i>habitués</i> of London Society.</p> + +<p>The Major was elected President; Tommy +held the honourable and lucrative post of +Secretary, and a code of rules, of which we +quote the principal, was drawn up:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>1. This Club shall be called the Detlij +Club.</p> + +<p>2. None but jilted men shall be eligible +to become members.</p> + +<p>3. The objects of the Club shall be:</p> +<div class="blockquot"><p>(<i>a</i>). To extend shelter and sympathy in +their calamity to all members whose +affections have been trifled with.</p> + +<p>(<i>b</i>). To assist them in their schemes of +vengeance.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> + +<p>(<i>c</i>). To encourage them to jilt others in +return.</p></div> + +<p>4. Each member shall be required to take +the oath of secrecy.</p> + +<p>5. A gold badge shall be voted annually +to that member who shall prove to the +satisfaction of the Committee that he +has made the highest record in broken +hearts.</p> + +<p>6. The badge of the Club shall be a +heart rent in twain.</p></div> + +<p>There were a great many other rules, but they +are of minor importance relative to this narrative.</p> + +<p>When Tommy announced at the first general +meeting that he wished to propose Villiers Wyckliffe +as a member, the announcement was greeted +with loud cheers, for that gentleman was a man +of town notoriety, popular with all sections of +Society, but especially so in the boudoirs. He +was immensely wealthy, having inherited a vast +fortune from his father, the celebrated Seymour +Wyckliffe, the world-wide known head of the +great banking firm of Wyckliffe & Co. Having +joined he soon let it be known that he intended +making strong running for the coveted gold<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +badge. He was generally known and addressed +as "Wyck."</p> + +<p>The fifteenth of July, when the season was +well on the wane, was the date fixed on which +the first competition for the badge was <a name="to" id="to"></a><ins title="Transcribers Note: Original read 'to to'">to be</ins> held.</p> + +<p>Great preparations were made for a banquet +at the Club, on the most lavish and extensive +scale.</p> + +<p>The dinner over, the President, Major Fitzgerald, +formally opened proceedings; and, alluding +in felicitous terms to the momentous occasion, +announced, amid cheers, that there were no less +than nineteen competitors for the badge, who, +their names having been drawn from a hat, +were to address the meeting in the following +order:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +1. Villiers Wyckliffe.<br /> +2. Sir Charles Keyning.<br /> +3. Thomas Thomas.<br /> +</div> + +<p>and so on until the full list had been announced.</p> + +<p>"Gentlemen," proceeded the Major. "We +are all anxious to get without delay to the main +business of the evening. I will therefore make +my remarks as brief as possible—"</p> + +<p>A loud "Hear, hear!" from a distant corner<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +made the Major look round angrily, but without +discovering the delinquent.</p> + +<p>"Jilted gentlemen, your most sacred feelings +have been trifled with by the delicate, the harmless, +the innocent (groans) daughters of Eve. +They are not to blame, oh no, they could not do +such a thing; but we, gentlemen, we know better +(hear, hear), and we are here to-night to ratify +our bond to stand united against the insidious +onslaught of those 'whose fangs,' as an American +writer so aptly and so eloquently expresses it, +'drip with the blood of the foolishly fond and +true' (loud cheers.) I shall now call upon our +esteemed member, 'Wyck,' to relate to us his +story of the revenge he has taken upon the sex +which has wronged him."</p> + +<p>Cheers again greeted the close of the Major's +speech, and cries of "Wyck! Good old Wyck," +resounded from all quarters of the room.</p> + +<p>Villiers Wyckliffe, a young man of about 28 +years of age, rose slowly. In his hand he held +ostentatiously a small ebony stick, that was his +constant companion, and which he handled +fondly.</p> + +<p>"Gentlemen," interposed a member, "before +Wyck speaks I have to ask you to charge your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +glasses, and drink to him." A request that was +at once complied with.</p> + +<p>"Mr. President and gentlemen," he began, in +a soft, caressing voice, "I thank you for the +kind manner in which you have drunk my +health. I will now endeavour to give you a +few details of my simple career. I will plead +guilty to a sneaking fondness for the fair sex +(hear, hear), but I can fairly say I have only yet +seen one member of it who struck me as being +anything out of the common (oh). I mean by +that, one that I should care to marry (laughter). +Feeling rather weary of London, I went for a +trip round the world, and it was during that trip +that I met the uncommon one. At Nice I made +her acquaintance. She was the daughter of a +retired Colonel with a wooden leg, and she took +my fancy. Why, I cannot tell, but there is no +accounting for taste. Her manner to me was +cold and haughty, which had the effect of +making me all the more eager, and after a week's +acquaintance I proposed. I offered to make +handsome settlements, even to make the one-legged +papa a handsome allowance of the most +liberal description, but all my offers were received +with scorn, as she informed me her heart was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +given to another, a beggarly Lieutenant in a +marching regiment. I humiliated myself by +even proposing a second time, when dear old +wooden-leg threatened—the humour was unconscious—to +kick me out of the house. Gentlemen, +either through disappointment or chagrin, +I felt my heart was broken, and I vowed one day +to avenge it. That day did arrive, and I +took advantage of it. Here is my record," and +thereupon he held up to the view of his audience +the ebony stick on which was cut a series of +notches. "You will see here a number of +notches. At present they number forty-eight, +and each notch represents a broken heart. +Number 1, is that of a haughty young damsel +who had cut me on various occasions. Number +2, is that of the girl I loved, now an officer's +wife. Number 3, is that of her husband, for +they are separated." He continued to tick them +off, giving each a short description with comments +of almost diabolical cynicism. "I have +two more in view," he continued, "and when +I have completed my record of fifty, I intend to +take a long rest and go for a trip to the Colonies. +I think that is all I can say."</p> + +<p>Wyck resumed his seat amid tremendous<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +cheering, maintained for several moments. His +enthusiastic friends surrounded and complimented +him.</p> + +<p>When silence was restored the President called +upon the second candidate, Sir Charles Keyning.</p> + +<p>"I beg to withdraw in favour of Wyck," +said that youthful worthy. The remainder of +the candidates, unable to sustain their own +triumphs against such a crushing list, also resigned +their claims, and Villiers Wyckliffe was +unanimously awarded the coveted badge.</p> + +<p>In the small hours of the morning the meeting +broke up, and Villiers, the Major, Tommy, +and a few more of the choicer spirits adjourned +to Wyck's rooms to finish with a few hours' card-playing.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.<br /> <br /> + +CONFIDENCES.</h2> + + +<p>Some time after mid-day the next morning, +Wyck awoke with the unpleasant sensation that +his head was of abnormal size, his throat very +dry, and altogether he felt and looked extremely +seedy. A brandy-and-soda and a cold +tub eased him somewhat, and he managed to +get through his dressing and lounge daintily +through his breakfast. A knock at the door +was followed by the entrance of Tommy.</p> + +<p>"How do, old boy; head a bit thick?" was +that youthful spark's airy greeting, as he coolly +settled himself in an easy-chair.</p> + +<p>"A trifle, thanks. How's yours? Help yourself," +he said, as he pushed the brandy-decanter +towards him.</p> + +<p>"Thanks. I feel in want of a pick-me-up,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +and Tommy helped himself to a stiff nobbler of +brandy.</p> + +<p>Wyck and Tommy were fast friends, though of +such opposite dispositions. Wyck liked his +companion's light and jovial manner, and Tommy +liked Wyck's pocket.</p> + +<p>"What sort of a cruise did you have, Tommy, +while you were away?" asked Wyck.</p> + +<p>"Ripping. A month in the Mediterranean +is great fun, I can tell you, when you are in +good company."</p> + +<p>"You're a lucky devil, Tommy."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I suppose so. But judging from the +charming little history you gave the Club last +night you've been going it during my absence."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I flatter myself I've had some good +fun."</p> + +<p>"I say, Wyck, I want to know how you do +it."</p> + +<p>"My secret; eh, Tommy?"</p> + +<p>"Exactly. Now out with it. I swear +dumb."</p> + +<p>"Then I'll tell you, Tommy. Only mind, +should you let it out, I'll kill you," said Wyck, +fiercely.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>"It's a bargain, Wyck," answered Tommy, +calmly helping himself to a cigar from Wyck's +box, and, lounging back, prepared to listen.</p> + +<p>"Last night I mentioned an episode with a +Colonel's daughter. Well all that is true. +Smarting under the slight, and vowing vengeance, +I left Nice and travelled to India, where +I had plenty of chums. One night I attended +a big kick-up given by one of the Rajahs in +honour of some affair or other. All sorts of amusements +were provided, and amongst the numerous +entertainments was one by a mesmerist and hypnotist, +who gave very clever manifestations of his +skill. I happened to be standing close to him +and he begged my assistance in one of his experiments. +I, of course, agreed and did exactly +what he told me, trying to help him to the best +of my power; but to my surprise all his passes +had no effect whatever upon me. Another +fellow was taken in my place and the feat was +accomplished successfully. This puzzled me +and the first opportunity I got I asked the +mesmerist the reason. His answer was: 'You +are as strong if not stronger than I and, unconscious +to yourself, you make yourself antagonistic.' +I laid awake all that night, his words<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +running through my head, and when I fell +asleep I dreamt I was a great mesmerist. A +hunting party was organised for the next day +and I was invited. We took the train some +distance, and then rode into the jungle. I +became separated from the main party and was +watching an open space in the jungle when my +attention was attracted by a pretty little tropical +bird, fluttering round and round a tree. This +interested me, and on closer inspection I found a +huge snake had coiled himself on one of the +upper branches, and was calmly lying with its +mouth open, waiting for his prey. Smaller and +smaller were the circles the bird made, and +weaker and weaker were its efforts to escape the +fascination, until it finally fluttered to a limb just +above the snake. It seemed to turn its piteous +glance for help on me, but not I! I was enjoying +it. At length it could no longer resist its fate and +it fluttered into its enemy's jaws. Now other men +would have let sentiment get the better of them +and have shot that snake; but I looked up to +it with respect, and it set me thinking. 'What +if I could bring people under my will like that!' +I thought. 'No girl would slight me any +more.'</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>"Two days later, I left India for England. A +sudden departure, but I was on the eve of a +great discovery. I gathered together all the +treatises relating to mesmerism that I could +find and shut myself up in the country to study +them. By the time I had mastered them, I found +I thoroughly understood the art and, returning +to London, I began to practise on people whom +I had engaged for the purpose. One evening I +accidentally made a great discovery. I found +that by concentrating my gaze at a certain angle +on another I could control that person's will. +To my joy I found it answered with greater ease +on women, and I started experimenting right +away. My first subject was Fanny at the +'Royal.' You know the snubby little minx she +was. She had tried to snub me more than once +in public, and I felt I owed her a grudge, so to +her I went to pay it.</p> + +<p>"I found her alone in the bar, and calling for +a whiskey and soda, she served it out in her usual +languid way that riled me. As she put out her +hand to take my half-crown I seized it and +looked her in the face hard. Her first impulse +was to withdraw it in disgust, but +gradually her face began to relax, and in two<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> +minutes we were talking together like the oldest +friends."</p> + +<p>"What did you will her to do?" asked Tommy, +with interest.</p> + +<p>"I willed her to think that she loved me. +And I succeeded, for when her <i>fiancé</i> came in, +she gave me the preference of her company. I +despised and detested them both, so, to rile him, +I boldly invited her to go with me to the theatre +that evening, and she could not refuse, for I +willed her to come. Needless to say, I did not +take her. Her intended married someone else; +hence the first notch in my stick. The second +was, as I said, the Colonel's daughter, now the +Lieutenant's wife. I found out her address, +and called when he was on duty. Though she +gave me a chilly reception, I soon had her will +under control, and I carried on in public with +her for some days. On her husband's return, +his kind friends told him all about it. He +accused her; she retaliated. There was a row, +and now he is in Africa, while she is living +again with her father, fretting her heart out. I +was overjoyed at this success, for it enabled +me to put two notches on my stick and, as he +is the only man represented, he ought to feel<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +honoured. As for the others, they are of all +classes; some married women; some Society +ladies, who have displeased me at one time or +another."</p> + +<p>"What about Marjorie Williamson?" asked +Tommy, who was drinking in this ignoble history +of wrong redressed with avid interest. "I heard +you had some fun with her. Tell us about it."</p> + +<p>"Oh! that was a great joke. It all came +about like this:</p> + +<p>"Of course you know that Marjorie was acknowledged +to be one of the prettiest little girls +on the stage, and you know how stand-offish +she was where men were concerned. Charley +Walkden was fearfully gone on her, and occupied +the same front stall for months. Every +night he threw her a bouquet with a note or +present and every night, as regular as clockwork, +were they returned. One night he made +himself too conspicuous, so that Marjorie became +annoyed, and that night's bouquet was returned +on the spot, accompanied with a verbal message +that even an ardent admirer like Charley could +not misunderstand. I was in the theatre that +night and Wilson, the manager, told me about it. +I mentioned it at the Club, and when old Charley<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +turned up he was chaffed by the others. He +was annoyed when he came in, but this fairly +maddened him.</p> + +<p>"'I'll lay five to one in hundreds,' he said, +'that there is not a man here who would be +allowed to see her home.' As no one seemed +inclined to take it up, I said, casually, 'I'll +book that bet, Sir Charles.' Of course, the boys +were delighted and I suppose I got a bit excited, +for I offered to lay another even five hundred +that I would take her to Brighton within a week. +Sir Charles eagerly snapped that up, and when +I left I felt keenly interested in Marjorie, as I +stood to win a thousand or lose six hundred.</p> + +<p>"The next day I called on Wilson, the +manager, who told me there was to be a +<i>matinée</i> that afternoon. As I wanted his +help I told him about the bet and what +my plans were. At first he demurred to +assisting me to carry them out, but I had +been of some use previously to Wilson on +several occasions, so I had not much difficulty +in shewing him there was no harm in my scheme. +By a little manœuvring I was soon introduced to +the fair Marjorie and had her will well under +my control. I saw her home that afternoon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +and made five hundred. The next day I met +her after rehearsal; we took a cab to London +Bridge, caught the mid-day train to Brighton, +lunched at the Metropole, and got back to town +by five. Witnesses were posted at both places +to avoid disputes. Walkden was madder than +ever and that night we had a big kick-up, on the +strength of the thousand I had won."</p> + +<p>"But what's become of Marjorie?" asked +Tommy. "We never see her now."</p> + +<p>"Oh, it appears that Lotty Carr, that stuck-up +little minx who is jealous of her and everybody +else, heard something about this business +and asked Walkden, who, to save himself, told +a lot of lies. Little Carr then proceeded to +make mischief by going first to Wilson and then +to Marjorie's mother. Wilson, of course, I was +able to square, but the mother was an invalid +and the affair so upset her that it ended in her +death. Marjorie at once left the stage, forfeiting +her salary. I was, of course, awfully sorry +and sent her half my winnings, which she +returned. <i>Truth</i> then took it up and added to +the fuss."</p> + +<p>"What's she doing now?"</p> + +<p>"Dressmaking or something of that sort.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +And, poor devil, I believe she has two or three +kids to support, brothers and sisters."</p> + +<p>"Ah, well! I suppose she'll pick up with +Sir Charles, now? He's got plenty of the +needful."</p> + +<p>"Fool if she doesn't," replied this elegant +young gentleman, flippantly. Extremes meet. +The naked savage has a fairly low estimate of +the value of his womankind, but it is many +degrees higher than that of this product of a +highly-cultured civilization.</p> + +<p>Tommy's curiosity was roused and he was +anxious to draw more particulars of his peculiar +gift from his friend, so he continued his catechism.</p> + +<p>"I say, Wyck! I suppose if you wanted a +girl to get properly struck on you, you could do +it. Eh?"</p> + +<p>"Rather, Tommy, I only want a girl to be +in my company three or four times and I can +mould her so that she will break her heart and +pine away, if I leave her."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense. But you don't go so far as +that?"</p> + +<p>"No, but I may do so for an experiment."</p> + +<p>"I suppose you alluded to this power when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> +you once said you had conquered every nation +under the sun?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! only that I had willed girls of most +nationalities."</p> + +<p>"And who are the two you are looking after +now?"</p> + +<p>"One I have found; she is a Swiss. The +other I am looking for; she is an Australian."</p> + +<p>"Australian, eh? I fancy I could fit you +up there. I know a jolly girl from Australia."</p> + +<p>"You do? By Jove, Tommy, that's glorious! +Who is she?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know her very well. She lives in +one of the suburbs with some retired Australians, +called Whyte. Her name is Amy Johnson."</p> + +<p>"Is she good-looking?"</p> + +<p>"She's more, she's sweetly pretty. But I +believe she is engaged to a young fellow named +Morris, also an Australian."</p> + +<p>"That makes it all the more interesting. But +how are we to meet?" said Wyck, really +roused.</p> + +<p>"I can arrange that, if you are game for a +suburban ball-room. The Brixton Bachelors +give their annual ball shortly. She will be there +and I will get you an invite."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>"Tommy, you're a brick," said his friend, +slapping him on the back; a proceeding which +ensured the success of his neat manœuvre, by +which a note or two was transferred from Wyck's +pocket-book to that of his friend, who was +"rather hard-pressed, you know," and Wyck +was "a devilish good chap for helping a fellow +out of a hole."</p> + +<p>In Piccadilly they parted, Tommy's last +words being:</p> + +<p>"'Ware young Australian, old chap. These +colonial fellows are not to be trifled with."</p> + +<p>"My dear boy, I've heard that before. They +told me the same with regard to Americans, but +three of my notches represent Yankee maidens. +I'm all right. Don't forget the ticket for the +ball. I must complete my score of fifty."</p> + +<p>He waved him an adieu, and went his way, +very well pleased with himself and full of self-confidence. +The old pitcher in the fable succumbed +at the hundredth journey, and Wyck's +successful career will be cut short by the fiftieth +notch.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III. <br /><br /> + +THE MIA-MIA.<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor"><small>[A]</small></a></h2> + + +<p>"How dare you do it, sir? You are too presumptuous."</p> + +<p>"I am awfully sorry, Amy, but really I could +not help myself."</p> + +<p>"But you did help yourself, Reg," and the +young girl turned upon her companion such a +bewitchingly pretty face, her lips pouting with +badly-simulated anger, that the young man had +no compunction in taking her in his arms, +and kissing the pouting lips till they smiled +again.</p> + +<p>This scene was enacted in a tiny summer-house +of trellis-work, completely covered with hanging +greenery, which stood in one of those pretty +gardens that are still to be found in the suburb<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> +of Brixton. The summer-house appeared to be +designed expressly for its two occupants. It +held only two seats and was of dimensions just +sufficiently confined to prevent them from being +too far apart. Through the opening could be seen +the full stretch of the carefully-tended garden, +backed by a comfortable house with a verandah +running round it. On the lawn, a couple of +dogs were lying lazily; hanging in the verandah +was an aviary and the noisy twittering of its +occupants reached the ears of the two in the +summer-house. Their eyes dwelt lovingly on +the scene before them, with a sense of rest, for +happiness and contentment seemed to be in the +air.</p> + +<p>An elderly man in shirt-sleeves was busily +engaged in pruning some fruit trees. As he +paused in his work to wipe his perspiring brow +he formed a picture of contentment in complete +harmony with the scene of which he was a part. +This was Oliver Whyte, the owner of the house +and garden, which he had christened, in true +Australian fashion, "The Mia-Mia." He was a +man of about sixty, short and thick-set in appearance +with a tendency to corpulence. His character +was written in his fine open face, clean-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>shaven +save for a ring of white hair that set his +honest countenance in an oval frame; was felt as +one listened to the tones of his rough, good-natured +voice. He was joined by an elderly woman, +who despite her grey hair and heavy build, was as +active as many a younger maid. Her voice had +a genuine and pleasant ring in it and her face +always wore a cheerful, contented smile. She +was beloved by all who came in contact with her, +for she was the embodiment of the word motherly. +The dogs rose and stretched themselves and lazily +rubbed their noses against her skirt, as she passed +from one flower bed to another, snipping a dead +leaf here and picking a faded blossom there. This +was Mrs. Whyte or, as Oliver fondly calls her, +"the missus."</p> + +<p>Forty years before, Oliver Whyte, a young man +in his prime, set out with two companions for +the sunny shores of Australia. He had served his +time as a carpenter, and his employers had +cause to regret the loss of a fine workman when +Whyte became fired with the ambition of travel +at the time when the glorious accounts of the +richness of Australia attracted the energetic +youth of Britain. Arriving in Melbourne in '52, +when the gold fever was at its height, he and his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +companions lost no time in finding their way to +the fields in search of the precious metal. He +spent twelve months in rough living and hard +labour then, to realize it was not as easy to make +a fortune as he imagined. But he was a good +artizan and, men of his stamp being scarce, he +returned to Melbourne and started working at +his trade. In vain he tried to persuade his mates +to follow suit, but the gold-fever had taken too +strong a hold upon them. Wages were very high +in Melbourne, and he had no difficulty in earning +ten and even fifteen pounds a week. In a +few months' time he was able to start in business +on his own account and, as Melbourne had by +this time been acknowledged as the capital +town, he invested all his savings in land which +could then be had at low rates. When he had +made a fair business he sent home for the girl +with whom he had "kept company," and on her +arrival they were married in Melbourne. Years +went by, his business extended, and his land increased +in value fifty-fold, and Oliver Whyte was +rapidly becoming a wealthy man.</p> + +<p>The fact that no children blessed their union +was a great trouble to the Whytes. But when +his wife began to fret over it Whyte would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +answer in his cheery fashion, "Never mind, +missus, we shall have to get one of somebody +else's."</p> + +<p>One day, when they were at their mid-day +meal, a letter in a strange hand-writing was +brought to them, in which they were begged +to come at once to the Melbourne Hospital +where a woman named Johnson wished to see +them.</p> + +<p>"Johnson! Johnson!" said Whyte. "The +only Johnson I ever knew, was my mate, Bill +Johnson, whom I left on the 'fields.'"</p> + +<p>"Maybe this is his wife, Olly."</p> + +<p>"We'll go at once and see her."</p> + +<p>Straightway the honest couple set out for +the hospital and, on arriving there, were taken +to the bedside of a dying woman.</p> + +<p>"Are you Olly Whyte?" asked the woman, +feebly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's me," said Whyte.</p> + +<p>"My name is Johnson and Bill told me that +if anything went wrong I was to look out for +Olly Whyte, and he would help me."</p> + +<p>"Are you Bill's wife, then? Where is he?"</p> + +<p>"Dead, two years ago, and I am going to +join him."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>"Poor old Bill!" said Whyte, feelingly.</p> + +<p>"I've got a little girl," murmured the poor +woman. "She ain't been brought up first +class, but if you would look after her I'd die +happy."</p> + +<p>"Where is she?" said Mrs. Whyte, speaking +for the first time. "Of course we will do so."</p> + +<p>That night the widow of Whyte's old mate, Bill +Johnson, died and the house of Whyte had an additional +inmate in the shape of a tousled-haired +little girl, removed from a tenement in Little +Bourke Street, one of the lowest slums in +Melbourne. When Amy Johnson found herself +in the midst of these novel surroundings, and +experienced the delights of new and warm +clothing and of plenty of good things to eat, +and the disagreeables of having her face and +hands washed oftener than she thought necessary, +her equilibrium was completely upset. But +time and careful handling soon made her forget +her old ways. As she grew up, she developed +startling qualities of mind and body, united to +a loveable disposition, that she soon filled +the gap in the home of the old couple. At the +age of eight she was sent to school, where she +early distinguished herself and became a great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +favourite with the teacher, as with her schoolfellows. +Her life was one of sunny happiness, +the more so because she was completely unspoiled. +Though she never knew trouble, she +could yet sympathize with it, and she returned +the idolization of her adopted parents with a +love and consideration that caused them to bless +the day that saw them on their errand of mercy +to Melbourne Hospital.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, the occupants of the summer-house +in Brixton were passing the time in lover-like +reminiscences.</p> + +<p>"Do you remember the first time we met, +Amy?" said Reginald Morris, as he fondly +stroked her hand.</p> + +<p>"We met, 'twas in a crowd, upon the mighty +ocean, on board the steamship <i>Ormuz</i>," answered +Amy, in mock-tragedy. "Yes, I remember it +well," she added, with a happy little sigh.</p> + +<p>"I can remember every incident of the voyage, +though it's three years ago. I thought it was +going to be a disagreeable voyage for me, and I +was seriously thinking of landing at Adelaide, +when I made the acquaintance of your dear old +dad, and that changed the whole purpose of my +life. I can see him now as he came up to me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +with his frank smile and said in his cheery +voice: 'My name is Oliver Whyte, sir.' My +heart went out to him after his hearty greeting, +and we soon became fast friends. Then he introduced +me to his dear old wife, and a pert +little kid—"</p> + +<p>"Take that for your impertinence," interrupted +Amy, boxing his ears lightly.</p> + +<p>"I mean a smart young lady. I can see her +now, and she captured my heart on the spot and, +try how I will, I cannot get it back."</p> + +<p>"Well it was a fair exchange, for you took +mine in return," she answered, with a blush.</p> + +<p>"Six months from to-day, Amy?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Reg. Six months before I have to give +up all my pleasures, sacrifice all my pets and +put myself at the mercy of a tyrant."</p> + +<p>Reg stooped to kiss the lips again that chaffed +him so prettily, when the doorway was darkened +by the figure of Oliver Whyte, who said in an +amused tone of enquiry:</p> + +<p>"I suppose you are too busy to go and say +good-bye to Mr. Northmore, Reg? He's waiting +to see you, for he sails to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"Come Amy, let's go to him together," said +Reg rising and, tucking Amy's arm under his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +own, he entered the house and greeted a young +man waiting there:</p> + +<p>"Hullo, Jack, how are you?"</p> + +<p>"I'm jolly, old chap. And Miss Amy, I trust +you are well."</p> + +<p>"No, I'm not, Mr. Northmore, he's been +worrying me again. Never get engaged: it's +too wearing. If it were not for the fact that +one can wreak revenge when one is married I +don't think any girl could stand it."</p> + +<p>"Well, Reg does not seem to dread the coming +vengeance."</p> + +<p>"How do you do, Mr. Northmore. I am so +sorry you are going to leave us so soon," said +Mrs. Whyte, entering at this moment.</p> + +<p>"Business, Mrs. Whyte, business. I am not +so fortunate as our friend here. I came only on +a visit, which I have enjoyed very much. I am +due at Cape Town in a fortnight."</p> + +<p>"Amy, do you think you can find our friend +Northmore some refreshment," said Whyte, as +he joined them.</p> + +<p>"I'll try, dad. Come on, Reg, I shall want +your help," and they both skipped out of the +room.</p> + +<p>"That's the way they go on all day long,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +said Whyte to Northmore, "just like two +kittens."</p> + +<p>"They are to be married shortly, are they not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, in six months. It's hardly fair to keep +Reg waiting any longer. They've been engaged +three years now."</p> + +<p>"I am glad Reg is going to settle down, and +with such an excellent partner."</p> + +<p>"Yes, you're right, Northmore. I don't think +a happier pair, or one more suited to each other +could be found in a year's travel."</p> + +<p>"Reg is a wonder, too. It is not every man +who can boast of having made a fortune for +himself at twenty-four."</p> + +<p>"Ah, I intended asking you about that. He +is so modest and reticent about himself. He +says he did it by accident and could not help +himself."</p> + +<p>"Nothing of the kind, Whyte. He was left +an orphan at fourteen in Adelaide and had +only one relative, living at Dunedin in New +Zealand, who sent for him there and procured +him a post in a sharebroker's office as errand-boy. +By dint of hard work he rose to be confidential +clerk when he was twenty-three. It was then +that the great event happened which made<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> +him. I remember it well. Reg had studied +mineralogy thoroughly and was able to give a +pretty accurate forecast of the capabilities of a +mine, and he was often sent to report. One +day he was ordered to 'Dagmar No. 2' and, on +his return he gave a most promising account of +it, in face of two experts who had reported it +of no value. The experts were believed and +the shares fell, but Reg, to show his confidence +in his own opinion, bought all he could get +at a low rate. His employers and his friends +reasoned and argued with him, but to no avail. +All his earnings and all he could raise, he +invested in the mine. His employers were +annoyed and he was dismissed. Nothing +daunted, he went off to the mine and offered +to manage it for nothing, telling the directors +he would make it pay. They laughed at him, +but finally gave way, especially as his holding +was large enough to entitle him to a seat at the +board. Two months later reports began to +spread that Dagmar No. 2 had struck a rich +lode, and a week later it was acknowledged +to be one of the richest mines in New Zealand. +Reg sold out for something like sixty thousand."</p> + +<p>"Come this way," said Amy in a playful way,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +opening the door, and leading Reg by the ear. +He was carrying a tray of glasses and completely +at her mercy. "This is how I intend +to lead my husband."</p> + +<p>"Amy, I'm shocked," said Mrs. Whyte, laughing +heartily.</p> + +<p>"So am I, mother," said Reg, putting down +the tray, and gently releasing her fingers.</p> + +<p>Then the conversation became general. In +the midst of it the postman's knock was heard, +and letters for Reg and Amy were brought in, +which proved to contain invitations to the annual +ball given by the Brixton Bachelors.</p> + +<p>"Oh! Reg, dear, will you go?" cried Amy.</p> + +<p>"That rests with you."</p> + +<p>"Then we'll accept," said Amy, decisively.</p> + +<p>As Northmore bade them good-bye at the gate +he said: "Reg, you are a man to be envied. You +have a girl who is a pearl amongst diamonds."</p> + +<p>"I know it, old fellow, and I appreciate it to +the full."</p> + +<p>On the following day acceptances were sent +to the invitation of the Bachelors, and little did +that happy circle dream that this ball, about +which they laughed and joked, would be the +means of blighting that happy home for ever.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> Pronounced "mi-mi."</div> + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.<br /> <br /> + +THE BALL.</h2> + + +<p>When Reg and Amy, accompanied by Mrs. +Whyte, arrived, the ball was in full swing. This +Bachelors' Ball was an annual affair of some +more than local reputation and the suburban +element was frequently enforced, and leavened, +by guests from the West End, who at other +periods of the year professed never to have +heard of Brixton. The ball-room was beautifully +decorated with hangings of dainty tints. +Palms and ferns, artistically placed with fairy +lamps glimmering through the masses of +greenery, made inviting corners, that attracted +the weary dancers. No expense had been +spared to make the scene one of splendour and +attraction, and it fairly took good Mrs. Whyte's +breath away. Reg succeeded in finding two +vacant seats near a Colonel's widow, who was an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> +acquaintance of Mrs. Whyte and, having comfortably +settled the old lady, offered his arm to +Amy and they were soon whirling together in +the mazy throng of waltzers.</p> + +<p>They made a striking couple; the tall, handsome +man and the slight, willowy girl, with her +beautiful face flushed with the exercise, and +many were the enquiries made as to who and +what they were. The dance over, Reg reserved +for himself nine of the items on her card, leaving +the remainder, as he laughingly said, to her +numerous admirers to fight over. Then he left +her for a moment to greet some friends.</p> + +<p>"Miss Johnson, may I introduce a great +friend of mine?" said a voice behind her.</p> + +<p>Amy turned to find Tommy smiling complacently +at her, accompanied by a handsome, +dark stranger.</p> + +<p>"Certainly, Mr. Thomas."</p> + +<p>"Miss Johnson—Mr. Wyckliffe," and the two +met. Amy was too full of enjoyment to notice +more than that her new acquaintance had a quiet +manner, soft attractive voice, and a peculiarly +penetrating gaze. She surrendered her programme, +and, as he passed it back to her, he +merely bowed, and said:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>"I have taken sixteen and eighteen, thank +you."</p> + +<p>The ball went merrily forward, both Reg and +Amy enjoying themselves to the full. At the +sixteenth dance Reg found himself disengaged, +and went outside to have a smoke. He was +scarcely half through his cigarette, when the +fancy seized him to go back to the ball-room +and watch Amy dancing. Standing in the +doorway he marked each couple pass him, but +without discovering the object of his search. +He made his way round to Mrs. Whyte, but that +good lady could only tell him that she had been +claimed by her partner, Mr. Wyckliffe. Reg felt +vaguely disturbed, how or why he scarcely knew; +but he remembered Amy had once told him she +never sat out a dance except with an old friend. +He wandered away aimlessly, and when the next +dance had begun and still Amy did not appear, +he decided to look for her. Pausing at the refreshment +buffet he was in the act of raising a glass +to his lips when his eye caught sight of a portion +of a dress he knew too well, partly hidden +by some drapery hanging over a corner of the +gallery. In the twinkling of an eye he ran up +the stairs. Amy saw him coming, and drawing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +the drapery on one side, smiled at him. It was +enough to dispel all his troublesome thoughts, +and he came up to her and laughingly said:</p> + +<p>"Ah, here you are, you truant. It is too bad +to disappoint your partners in this way."</p> + +<p>"Reg, this is Mr. Wyckliffe," said she, referring +to her partner.</p> + +<p>"I am very glad to meet you, Mr. Morris," +said that gentleman, rising with a smile and +extending his hand.</p> + +<p>"Thanks. I am delighted to make your +acquaintance," answered Reg, shaking warmly +in his genuine way the hand extended to him.</p> + +<p>"Miss Johnson has been good enough to +make a confidant of me," continued Wyck, +lightly. "She has told me of your engagement +and I hope you will let me congratulate you. +You are a lucky man."</p> + +<p>"I am, indeed," answered Reg, as politely as +he could, though he felt strongly inclined to +resent the familiarity from a man who had only +met him and his <i>fiancée</i> for the first time that +evening.</p> + +<p>"Miss Johnson mentioned that she was engaged +for this dance with you, but as I have +the next she agreed to sit them both out with me."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>Reg began to grow uncomfortable, and turned +to Amy, and said, "It's very cold here, Amy, I +think you ought to go back, as Mrs. Whyte is +looking for you."</p> + +<p>"Oh! you won't desert me, will you, Miss +Johnson?" said Wyck, gazing at her in an intense +way, and exerting his will-power to the +utmost.</p> + +<p>"I'd rather stay, Reg," she answered, but the +decision seemed to come from her reluctantly.</p> + +<p>"I'll take care of her, Morris, never fear," +said Wyck, smiling.</p> + +<p>Reg looked from one to the other. He felt +helpless, and in a predicament from which only +a scene, which he abhorred, would extricate +him. It was galling in the extreme to find a +total stranger dictating to the girl he was engaged +to.</p> + +<p>"Then you won't come?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Not yet, Reg," she replied, in a languid +manner, and he turned sharply on his heel and +descended the stairs in a mood the reverse of +amiable. Here he ran against Tommy, whom +he stopped and asked:</p> + +<p>"Who's your friend Wyckliffe, Thomas?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, old Wyck is a great friend of mine.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> +Why do you ask? You don't look well, old +chap. Come and have something to pull you +together."</p> + +<p>"No thanks. Look here, Thomas, I don't like +the way your friend is going on."</p> + +<p>"Why, what's he done?" asked Tommy, in +feigned surprise, though he was rather enjoying +the joke of badgering the jealous lover.</p> + +<p>"Miss Johnson is an innocent girl, not up to +the free-and-easy flirting ways of your Society +friends, and she should not be compromised by +sitting out three dances with a stranger."</p> + +<p>"Come, old chap. You make too much fuss +over a small matter. But look, there is Mrs. +Whyte beckoning to you," said he, pointing to +the lady in question, who was anxiously watching +them. "I won't keep you."</p> + +<p>"Where's Amy, Reg?" said Mrs. Whyte as +he came near, in an anxious voice, somewhat +louder than strict etiquette demanded.</p> + +<p>Reg sat down beside her and told her Amy +was sitting out with Mr. Wyckliffe.</p> + +<p>"What, three dances, Reg. I think I had +better go to her."</p> + +<p>"There is no need for that, for here she +comes," answered Reg, quickly, as he saw Amy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +suddenly appear in the ball-room. A fierce +pang of jealousy seized him when he noticed +how she hung on her partner's arm. "Hadn't +we better go home, mother?" he said, "I +am tired of this."</p> + +<p>"Really, Mrs. Whyte," said Wyck, coming up +to her with a bland expression of unconsciousness, +"I must apologize for keeping Miss +Johnson away from you so long; but it was so +cool and pleasant in the gallery."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Whyte merely bowed and said:</p> + +<p>"Amy, come and let us fetch our cloaks, we +are going home."</p> + +<p>"All right, mother," she answered, quietly, +her eyes fixed on Wyck's departing figure.</p> + +<p>They passed him again in the entrance hall, +and as Amy shook hands with him and bade him +good-night, Reg was maddened to notice Wyck +stoop and whisper something to her, and to see +her smile and nod in return.</p> + +<p>The demeanour of the party on their return +was so different, that even the old cabby could +not help noticing it. Incessant chattering and +gay bursts of laughter marked their journey to +the ball-room, that "it did one's heart good," as +the cabby put it. But on the return journey<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> +everyone was silent, gloomy and depressed. +Whyte was waiting at the gate for them and, +as he opened the door, cried out in his cheery +voice, "Back again, my children," but, to his +surprise, there was no response and, seeing +Mrs. Whyte signal him to be quiet, he gave a +low whistle and murmured under his breath, +with a chuckle, "a lover's quarrel, by Jove."</p> + +<p>Amy, on entering the house, went straight to +her room and locked herself in; an occurrence +so unique in the history of the Mia-Mia, that +old Whyte stared open-mouthed at Reg, who +had flung himself on the sofa, and asked:</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, Reg?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know, dad. I don't understand it +at all."</p> + +<p>"Have you quarrelled?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"Then what is it?"</p> + +<p>Reg told him all he knew about the matter, +which certainly did not seem much in the telling, +and sitting-out being a common occurrence at +balls Whyte was disposed to look at it in the +light of an attack of lovers' jealousy, until Mrs. +Whyte entered the room, looking very concerned, +and, taking her husband's arm, burst into tears.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>"Don't give way like that, missus. Why, +what's the matter?" said he, tenderly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dad, dad, it's horrible. She has locked +herself in her room, and is crying bitterly, but +she won't open the door. Who would have +thought our Amy would do such a thing. Oh, +these horrid balls!"</p> + +<p>"It's not the ball," said Reg, fiercely. "It's +that scoundrel Wyckliffe who is the cause of all +this. I'll murder him."</p> + +<p>"Reg, I am surprised at you talking like +that," said Mrs. Whyte. "If Amy wished to +stay with him, she—"</p> + +<p>"Prefers him to me, is that it?" put in Reg, +rising, and pacing the room, angrily.</p> + +<p>"No, not that. I mean she is to blame."</p> + +<p>"She's not to blame. If she had not met +that fellow, there would have been no trouble."</p> + +<p>"Come, come," said Whyte, anxious to +make peace. "Let's get to bed; perhaps she +will have forgotten all about it in the morning." +And he led his wife away.</p> + +<p>Reg did not go to bed, but walked restlessly +to and from the garden to cool his heated brain +and collect his thoughts. At last he entered +his room, and casually picked up a copy of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +<i>Truth</i> to while away the time until he felt inclined +for sleep. His eye happened to light on +a paragraph drawing attention to the ruin of +the prospects of a young actress by a gentleman +"well-known in Society." No names were +mentioned, but fuller details were promised. +Had names been mentioned an amount of +sorrow, with its appalling consequences, would +have been saved and this story never have been +written. At last Reg tumbled into bed, only +to toss about and dream of dreadful accidents +to Amy, with which Wyck was somehow connected, +while he himself lay powerless to rescue +her, fighting fiercely against the invisible hands +which kept his hands tied, and his limbs stiff +and helpless.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.<br /><br /> + +THE OATH.</h2> + + +<p>"Reg, Reg, get up," said Whyte, entering +Morris's room the next morning.</p> + +<p>"Hallo, dad, what time is it?"</p> + +<p>"One o'clock, lad."</p> + +<p>Ten minutes later Reg was down to his breakfast. +The reminiscences of the previous night +had come back to him, and were very bitter.</p> + +<p>"Is Amy up yet?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and gone out," said Whyte, looking +anxiously at him.</p> + +<p>"What!" cried Reg, in surprise.</p> + +<p>"About an hour ago," continued Whyte. +"She came out of her room fully dressed for +walking out, and looking as miserable as possible. +I asked her where she was going, but she seemed +not to notice, and only came up to me and flung<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> +her arms round my neck, kissed me, and left +the room."</p> + +<p>"Did she not say where she was going to?"</p> + +<p>"No, lad; she said nothing."</p> + +<p>"What would you suggest doing, Whyte? +Shall I go and hunt this fellow Wyckliffe up, +and ask him what he means?"</p> + +<p>"No, lad. That will do little good. We will +speak to Amy herself when she returns. Dear, +dear! I fancy her brain must be touched," and +the sympathetic old fellow walked hurriedly +away to conceal the tears that would fall.</p> + +<p>Reg walked to the garden with a heavy heart. +There were all the pets waiting for their mistress. +The dogs ran to him with yelps of enquiry; the +birds twittered plaintively, as if they felt something +was wrong. Reg stooped and patted +the dogs, and it seemed a relief to his bursting +heart to tell them all his forebodings for +the happiness of their home.</p> + +<p>The weary hours passed, and Amy returned. +Her usually bright manner had disappeared; her +step had lost its lightness, and there was an air +of languor about her, very foreign to her nature. +As she caught sight of Reg she hung down her +head, and passed rapidly into the house, taking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> +no notice of the dogs who bounded towards +her barking with delight. Reg slowly followed +her, his face revealing the troubles of his +heart.</p> + +<p>"My darling girl," said Mrs. Whyte, as she +met her in the passage and, fondly throwing +her arms around her, drawing her into the +room. "Won't you trust us and tell us what is +the matter?"</p> + +<p>"Don't ask me, mother," said Amy, bursting +into tears.</p> + +<p>"Look here, Amy," said Whyte, coming forward +and vainly trying to put a trace of sternness +in his voice. "You must give us some explanation +of your conduct, dear. You are not acting +fairly by Reg."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Amy, darling, I'll forgive anything. +Only do tell me what has come between us," +said Reg, coming quickly forward, and taking +her hand he led her to a sofa.</p> + +<p>At length her sobs became less violent, and +she tried to say with some air of decision:</p> + +<p>"I want you to release me, Reg. I find I do +not love you sufficiently to be your wife."</p> + +<p>"Release you!" cried Reg, starting.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Reg dear. I cannot marry you now.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +I thought I loved you, but I find now I love +another."</p> + +<p>"Is <i>he</i> the other?" asked Reg, sternly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I love Wyck."</p> + +<p>"Wyck! is that Mr. Wyckliffe?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. He told me to call him Wyck;" and +here she began feverishly to pull off her engagement +ring.</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't take that off," cried Reg, in a pained +voice.</p> + +<p>"I must, Reg, I must. He told me to;" +and she handed back the ring she had worn and +caressed so long.</p> + +<p>"Then all is over between us," said Reg, +quietly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Reg. I am sorry, but it must be," and +she slowly rose and went to her room, not +noticing any of the others.</p> + +<p>"Reg, my dear boy, bear up; be a man. God +knows, it is a severe blow for us. So changed; +so different! Had anyone told me that such a +catastrophe could happen in such a short time, I +would have given him the lie direct."</p> + +<p>"Yes, Whyte, you are right. It is a blow, +but there are times in every man's life when he +is called on to bear the heaviest burdens, and it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +is his duty to submit. She has told me she prefers +Wyck, as she calls him, to me; so I give way, +and God grant he may make her happy."</p> + +<p>"He is a stranger to us and, if he does marry +her, he will take her away from us, and we may +never meet again. With her all our happiness +disappears," and tears again welled in the good +old man's eyes.</p> + +<p>"Whyte, I must see this man," said Reg, +firmly, but threateningly.</p> + +<p>"Reg, I beg you won't interfere. It will do +no good. Promise me you will not interfere," +said Whyte, imploringly, for he feared the consequences +if Reg and his rival met.</p> + +<p>"What shall I do then, dad?" he said, sadly.</p> + +<p>"Go away for a few days. This sudden infatuation +may go as quickly as it came, and +when you return, perhaps we may see a +change."</p> + +<p>"Very well, dad. Your advice is always +good. I will go away for a week, and wander +about somewhere to kill time."</p> + +<p>That evening he took the mail to Dover, and +with a heavy heart crossed to France. The Whytes +missed Reg sadly, and Whyte himself deeply regretted +having advised him to go away, for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> +Amy, instead of noticing his absence, seemed to +become more and more absorbed every day in her +new attraction, that she took no notice whatever +of her surroundings. She made no enquiry for +Reg, and scarcely addressed anyone in the house. +The second day after his departure she went out +in the same mysterious manner as before without +explanation. Whyte thereupon determined +to follow her.</p> + +<p>He saw her take a 'bus going in the direction +of the city, and managed to catch another +running close behind it. At Westminster Bridge +she quitted the 'bus, and looked round eagerly, +till her gaze rested on a young man, who was +laughing and talking with two others. After +waiting in their vicinity, Whyte saw one of the +trio lounge carelessly towards her and, without +raising his hat or making any formal or respectful +greeting, take her hand and kiss her on both +cheeks. A roar of laughter greeted this proceeding +from the two companions left on the +pavement.</p> + +<p>"Well, and how's little Amy to-day?" said +Wyck, carelessly.</p> + +<p>"Quite well and happy now, Wyck dear, +thank you," replied Amy, in a bright tone, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> +in a dreamy, absent manner, walking away by +his side along the Embankment.</p> + +<p>Whyte remained watching these proceedings, +but did not attempt to interfere. He had seen +sufficient, and hailed a return omnibus going +homewards with a heavier heart than ever. +"Why did I send Reg away?" he murmured +to himself. "No good will come from +this, I see. I'll put a stop to it, for he +can't mean square." The whole journey through +he puzzled his brains to find an explanation for +this peculiar conduct of Amy's so unusual with +her. On his arrival home he told his wife all +he had seen, and in their helplessness the two +old people could only offer a silent prayer to +Heaven to protect the child they loved so +devotedly.</p> + +<p>When Amy returned from her visit, Whyte +went to her and said:</p> + +<p>"Amy, I forbid you to see that man again."</p> + +<p>"You cannot stop me, dad, for he said I was +to go," she answered, looking at him in a +curiously absent way.</p> + +<p>"We shall see," he answered, vaguely, for her +opposition startled him. Amy said nothing, but +passed on to her room and locked herself in.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>The next day, and for several days afterwards, +she eluded Whyte's vigilance with a cunning so +abnormal, and so unlike herself, that the poor old +man was nearly driven frantic with perplexity. +Each day she returned in the same silent, oppressed +mood, and avoided everyone in the +house.</p> + +<p>A letter in a man's hand-writing came for her +one evening, which she opened in the Whytes' +presence, and made no comment. Since the +mysterious change in her behaviour she was in +the habit of rising early and retiring to her room +with the morning paper. The morning following +the receipt of the letter she acted as usual, +and shortly after, the Whytes were startled by +hearing a loud cry coming from her room, followed +by a heavy thud, as if something had +fallen. A vague terror seized them, and in an +instant both rushed to her room and, flinging +open the door, they were horrified to find their +darling child stretched on the floor with the +paper clenched in her hand. They gently +raised her and, while Mrs Whyte undressed her +and put her to bed, Whyte himself ran for a +doctor.</p> + +<p>Reg meanwhile had found his resolve to keep<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> +away intolerable, and had, in a moment of impulse, +returned to London in time to meet +Whyte hurriedly entering the house, followed +by a young doctor.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, Whyte?" said Reg, +running forward.</p> + +<p>"Thank God, my boy, you are back again. +I feel the change is coming, one way or another," +answered Whyte, solemnly, as he motioned the +doctor upstairs. Then, in answer to Reg's +breathless questions, he told him all that had +happened during his absence.</p> + +<p>At this juncture the doctor returned. His +face was grave and troubled, and a nameless +chill seized the two.</p> + +<p>"Well, doctor," cried both together.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid it's for the worst," he answered, +sadly. "I would advise you to send for a +specialist's opinion at once. Sir Charles Edward +I would recommend, for there is grave heart +trouble."</p> + +<p>In all haste the celebrated specialist was +summoned, but his examination was sickening +in its brevity, and his verdict held out no hope. +"The nervous system has received some terribly +sudden shock," he said; "and there is a serious<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +rupture of the vessels of the heart. She may +recover consciousness, but it will be only +momentary. We see many appalling sights in +my profession, but rarely one so sad as this. +A young life so beautiful, and apparently so +strong, to be suddenly cut off; it is terrible! +What can have caused it?"</p> + +<p>Whyte hurriedly told him all he knew. Meanwhile +Reg, in his restlessness, had seized the +paper left lying on the floor, and began aimlessly +to scan the columns. Suddenly his eyes were arrested +by a familiar name, and he read as follows:</p> + +<div class="center">BANQUET TO MR. VILLIERS WYCKLIFFE.</div> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p>This popular and fortunate young gentleman, who is on the point +of starting for a tour of the Australian Colonies, was entertained at +dinner at the Angora Club, last evening. Lord Hardup presided, +and in proposing the health of the guest of the evening in eulogistic +terms, presented him, on behalf of the Club, with a handsome +diamond pin, and heartily wished him God-speed. The pin was in +the shape of a broken heart, which curious badge has been adopted +by Mr. Wyckliffe. Mr. Wyckliffe left by the night express for +Naples, to join the <i>s.s. Himalaya</i> en route for Adelaide.</p></div> + +<p>"The —— scoundrel," said Reg, emphatically. +Whyte and Sir Charles turned round upon him +in surprise. "Here is the cause of it," said Reg, +handing the paper to Whyte.</p> + +<p>Barely time to express their surprise at the +discovery was given them before they were all +hurriedly summoned to Amy's bedside. Mrs.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +Whyte and a nurse, who had been at once sent +for, were watching the still figure on the bed, +with the doctor in attendance.</p> + +<p>"Will she die, Sir Charles?" asked Reg, in a +feverish whisper.</p> + +<p>"My dear young sir, there is no hope. She +may recover consciousness, but if she does it +will only be for a few moments. Doctor Carr +will remain till the end;" and giving the young +man's hand a sympathetic squeeze, while he +brushed away something dangerously like a tear, +he hurried away to his carriage.</p> + +<p>They remained in the darkened room in +anxious silence. Suddenly, the nurse moved to +the bedside, and held up her hand in warning. +The nervous tension of each watcher was +extreme, that the movement seemed to give +relief.</p> + +<p>"Wyck! Wyck!" came from the lips of Amy, +in a mournful whisper. "Wyck gone; Reg +gone. Poor Amy."</p> + +<p>"No, my darling," burst from Reg's lips, but +the doctor held up a warning finger and hushed +his impetuous outburst.</p> + +<p>It was a terrible scene. To watch helplessly +while a few stifled words broke in interjections<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> +from the dying girl's lips, and note the manifest +struggle to give them utterance.</p> + +<p>"Reg, Reg, forgive—forgive daddy, mammy! +God—bless—you;" and with a convulsive +shudder, her spirit had passed away.</p> + +<p>Doctor Carr had seen many death-beds in his +career, but never one so affecting as this. Kneeling +by the bedside were the two old people, and a +hale and hearty youth, sobbing as if their hearts +were broken. He was about to leave the sombre +chamber, when he was startled by a voice saying +in loud, firm tones:</p> + +<p>"I call God to witness and hear me swear. +By the hand of this corpse, than which I hold +nothing more sacred in this world, I, Reginald +Morris, solemnly swear vengeance upon her +murderer. Henceforth I have but one hope; +henceforth I dedicate my fortune and my future +to avenging Amy Johnson's death. Amen!"</p> + +<p>A deep echoing "Amen" broke from Oliver +Whyte, and the two men joined hands over the +fair dead form each loved so much.</p> + +<p>Two days later all that remained of Amy +Johnson was carried to its last resting-place.</p> + +<p>The bright and sunshiny little domicile "The +Mia-Mia," was now silent and desolate, as if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +under a spell. Whyte and his wife had aged +visibly since their darling's death, while Reg had +grown into a sad, silent man with a stern, +relentless expression of face. Even the pets +seemed subdued; the flowers seemed to droop; +the sun to shine less brightly, for the hope and +the light of the house was dead.</p> + +<p>One solemn duty had yet to be performed, when +Whyte took Reg by the arm and led him to the +room of the dead girl. Here the gay pictures +on the walls, and the pretty draperies so daintily +arranged seemed to mock them. On the table +lay her writing desk, one of his first presents to +her, and Reg, with a feeling of sacrilege, slowly +opened it. On the top lay a letter, which +read as follows:</p> + + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="right">"Tuesday.</div> + +<p>"Dearest Amy,</p> + +<p>Come to the Park to-morrow as usual. I +have procured a special licence, and we can be +married right away.</p> + +<div class="center"><i>Tout à toi</i>,<br /></div> +<div class="author"><span class="smcap">Wyck</span>."<br /></div> +</div> + +<p>"Why this was written the evening before +he sailed," cried Reg. "This is a worse villainy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +than I dreamed of. Stay, here is another in her +own writing," and he read the following:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<div class="right">"Tuesday night,<br /></div> + + +<p>"My dearest Reg, Mammy and Daddy,</p> + +<p>"By the time this reaches you I shall be +married to Wyck. Forgive me. I cannot help +myself, for he said I was to go, and I do love +him. Good-bye. Forgive, but do not forget,</p> + + +<div class="center">"Your undutiful girl,<br /></div> +<div class="author">"<span class="smcap">Amy</span>."<br /></div></div> + + +<p>"At last," said Whyte. "Now we see what +caused the shock."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he had promised to marry her at the +time he had arranged to leave England for his +trip. Why the Angora Club presented him +with his badge, set in diamonds, and, by Heaven, +I will do the same. I'll brand the scoundrel on +both ears with the same distinguishing mark."</p> + +<p>"It was all my fault, Reg. If only I had +not persuaded you—" began Whyte, blaming +himself.</p> + +<p>"Stay, Whyte; it is too late for praise or +blame, however undeserved. I have only one +sentiment left to guide me, and that is +Revenge."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>Villiers Wyckliffe had added the fiftieth notch +to his stick, and with the air of a hero at the +close of a brilliant campaign, had started on a +tour of pleasure to Australia—for, as he expressed +it, he liked that "Australian kid" so +well that he must needs go to her native land +to make acquaintance with others of her sort. +Little did he think that on his track was one +dominated with a relentless purpose that +would never grow weak, whose motto was—<i><big>REVENGE</big></i>.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.<br /> <br /> + +REVENGE.</h2> + + +<p>Reg had now fully determined to follow Wyck +to Australia, and he lost no time in making his +preparations. His first step was to go to a firm +of die-sinkers, where he ordered a die to be cut +in the shape of a broken heart, exactly similar +to the device on Wyckliffe's letter-paper.</p> + +<p>"Make it of the finest steel," he said, "and +have its edges as sharp as that of a razor. Have +a case made to fit it, so that it can be kept constantly +sharp and bright, and ready for use at +any time."</p> + +<p>"It will be an expensive article, sir," said the +shopman.</p> + +<p>"Never mind, have it made exactly to order. +Let me know when it will be ready, and I will +call and pay the bill."</p> + +<p>That done, he called a cab, drove to Fins<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>bury +Pavement, and got out at a large warehouse.</p> + +<p>"Is Mr. Bridgland in?" he asked at the Inquiry +Office, and was ushered into a small room +on the door of which was painted the word +"Manager."</p> + +<p>"Good morning, Bridgland," he said, entering +and shaking hands with a man sitting at a +desk.</p> + +<p>"What, Morris!" he replied. "You look +like a ghost. Are you ill, man?"</p> + +<p>"She's dead and buried, old chap."</p> + +<p>"Who?—not Miss Johnson," almost gasped +Bridgland.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Amy Johnson is dead. She was murdered."</p> + +<p>"Murdered!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, murdered." And sitting down, Reg +told Bridgland everything, omitting not the +slightest detail from the day of the ball to the +present.</p> + +<p>Joseph Bridgland was the only man in London +Reg had ever called a friend. He had met +him through a business transaction shortly +after his landing, and had taken a great fancy +to him. Bridgland was a self-made man, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> +had started in life as the office boy to the large +firm of whose business he was now manager. +He was short and stout, with a full-moon-like +face that was always twinkling with good-humour. +He always faced his troubles with a +smile; met all difficulties lightly, and generally +conquered them in the end. But Reg's trouble +was too serious to be smiled at, the sight of the +pale, drawn face of the friend who had always +been so gay and light-hearted was a shock to +him, and when Reg had told his pitiful story, +he found it difficult to restrain his tears. He +was fairly intimate with Reg and Amy Johnson, +and looked upon them as an ideal couple.</p> + +<p>"My dear old chap, I cannot tell you how +sorry I am. This fellow Wyckliffe must be a +miserable scoundrel, but I think I can help +you."</p> + +<p>"You can, Bridgland?" said Reg, starting.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sit down and I will tell you. Listeners +are people I despise, but I was compelled to +overhear a conversation, which has troubled me +ever since, but now I see there must have been +something in the fact that I was given this +chance. One of the partners here leads the life +of a man about town. His office is there, next<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +to mine, and he frequently has a young fellow +called Tommy drop in and have a chat with +him."</p> + +<p>"I know him," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Well, on this particular day the door I suppose +was not closely shut, and I chanced to hear +them talking about a certain secret club called +the Detlij Club, or some such name. It is nothing +more or less, I believe, than an association of +youthful rakes who lay plans to ruin women. +Tommy and he were apparently members, and +they frequently spoke of Wyck."</p> + +<p>"That's my man, Bridgland," said Reg, +fiercely.</p> + +<p>"From what I could gather, this Wyck boasts +of the possession of a diabolical faculty for making +girls fall in love with him. His next move +is to throw them over and one more is added to +his record, which is kept by means of notches on +a stick. Now I distinctly heard Tommy say that +Wyck had his fiftieth notch booked, and that +she was an Australian."</p> + +<p>"My God! that was Amy. Bridgland, I will +see you again, but I cannot stay longer now. I +begin to see my way clear. A thousand thanks +and good-bye." To Bridgland's astonishment<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> +he left the office hurriedly, without another +word.</p> + +<p>Calling a cab, Reg drove to the Angora Club +in Piccadilly, and asked for Mr. Thomas. Finding +he was not in, he left a letter asking him to +meet him on business of importance at a certain +hotel at three o'clock the following afternoon.</p> + +<p>That evening he and the Whytes discussed his +project.</p> + +<p>The old couple were bearing up well, and +so deep was their indignation against the man +who had ruined the peace of their home that +they encouraged Reg in his revenge.</p> + +<p>"You are young and strong, Reg. I wish I +was too, then I would go with you," said Whyte; +"but I am getting too old."</p> + +<p>"Leave it to me, Whyte. I have sworn to +brand him, and as long as I have breath in my +body, I will not give in."</p> + +<p>The following day, Reg engaged a private +room in the hotel, and gave instructions that +Mr. Thomas was to be shown up immediately +on his arrival, an event which soon happened.</p> + +<p>"How do you do, Morris?" said Tommy, +genially coming towards him. "Awfully good +of you to think of me."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>"Yes, I wanted to have a chat with you."</p> + +<p>"You don't look well, old fellow. Nothing +wrong, I hope."</p> + +<p>"I have a little trouble, but—"</p> + +<p>"Then let me share it, old fellow."</p> + +<p>"What will you have to drink?" asked Reg, +disregarding the invitation.</p> + +<p>"Ah! the best way to kill trouble. Drink, +and put your care in the grave."</p> + +<p>The liquor was brought, and the waiter dismissed +with instructions that they were not on +any account to be disturbed.</p> + +<p>"Do you mind my drawing the curtains?" +said Reg, "the light affects my eyes."</p> + +<p>"Not at all, old man. Here's good luck to +you," answered Tommy, filling his glass.</p> + +<p>Reg did not reply, but going to the door, he +locked it, and put the key in his pocket. Tommy +looked on in amazement. The little man had +not much pluck, and he felt his knees tremble.</p> + +<p>"What's the joke, old chap!" he asked, in a +voice intended to be jocular.</p> + +<p>"Thomas Thomas, listen to me. Amy Johnson +is dead."</p> + +<p>"Dead!" gasped Tommy, upsetting his glass +in astonishment.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, she is dead. Your friend Wyck murdered +her."</p> + +<p>"Murdered her!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, murdered her," reiterated Reg.</p> + +<p>"My God, old chap, I'm——"</p> + +<p>"Silence!" cried Reg, in a stern voice. "You +were the man who introduced her to him, and it is +to you I look for some explanation. Who is this +Villiers Wyckliffe, and what is his power?"</p> + +<p>"My dear Morris, really I don't know. I always +thought he was a straight chap."</p> + +<p>"Tommy, you're a liar. You do know, so out +with it."</p> + +<p>"But I've sworn not to divulge," almost whined +Tommy.</p> + +<p>"Then you refuse," said Reg, placing pen, ink +and paper before Tommy, and producing a revolver +from his pocket. Then he quietly placed +his watch on the table in front of him, and said:</p> + +<p>"There are pen and paper. If you want to +write to your friends, do so, for you have five +minutes to live."</p> + +<p>This was too much for Tommy. All his +dapper gaiety had disappeared. His clothes +seemed to hang loosely on his limbs, and a perspiration +broke out on his forehead. All his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +self-control vanished, and he fell abjectly on his +knees and cried out for mercy.</p> + +<p>"Get up, you lying scoundrel," said Reg. +"What mercy did you or he show."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you all, Morris. I'll tell you all," +gasped his victim.</p> + +<p>"Then get up and do so at once, for you have +but three minutes."</p> + +<p>"What do you want to know?"</p> + +<p>"All you know about Villiers Wyckliffe, and +this power he is said to possess."</p> + +<p>Tommy started with a tremulous voice, and +narrated in disjointed sentences all that is +known to the reader, the Detlij Club, all Wyck's +secrets, his affair with Miss Williamson, and his +own share in procuring the invitations for the +Bachelors' Ball.</p> + +<p>"Where has he gone now?" said Reg, still +fingering the revolver.</p> + +<p>"To Adelaide by the <i>Himalaya</i>."</p> + +<p>"Is he going direct?"</p> + +<p>"Yes he is, I swear."</p> + +<p>"Then go down on your knees, Tommy, and +swear you will never divulge that you have told +me all this, and that you will not communicate +with him."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span>"I swear, Morris," and Tommy was fairly on +his knees.</p> + +<p>"Now go. You are only his accomplice. You +did not do the deed, so I'll let you go; but +mark my words, if ever I hear of you mixing +my name up with yours, I shoot you like a dog. +Now go," said Reg, unlocking the door, through +which Tommy rapidly slipped without a second +bidding.</p> + +<p>"It's really wonderful what an empty pistol +can do with some fellows," said Reg to himself, +as he drank a glass of wine and straightened +the table.</p> + +<p>"Miss Williamson," he continued, musing to +himself, "Marjorie Williamson; you are the +poor victim who lost your mother and your livelihood +through the same man. I must see you, +for you and I ought to shake hands."</p> + +<p>Half-an-hour later, he entered the Caledonian +Theatre by the stage-door, at the entrance of +which he was confronted by an old fellow, who +gruffly enquired his business.</p> + +<p>"Have you been here long?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, close on twenty years; why?"</p> + +<p>"I want a little information. What's your +name?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>"Jones. What's yours?"</p> + +<p>"Mine is Morris."</p> + +<p>"Well, what is it you want to know?" said +Jones, looking suspiciously at him.</p> + +<p>"Do you know Miss Williamson?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I do."</p> + +<p>"Can you tell me where she lives?"</p> + +<p>"No, I can't; and what's more, you'd better +clear. She was ruined by one of you +cursed—"</p> + +<p>"Stay, Jones, I understand you. I don't +come here as one of those vile cattle who hang +round stage doors. I want to offer help and +sympathy."</p> + +<p>"Then you can go away, for she don't want +either," said Jones, pointing to the door.</p> + +<p>"My good fellow, I see you are a friend of +hers, and I am glad to find she has one so good +and true."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean, sir?"</p> + +<p>"Can I trust you, Jones?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly, sir."</p> + +<p>"Then listen. The same man who ruined that +girl, and killed her mother, killed also the girl I +loved, the girl I had been engaged to for years. +And I now look for my revenge."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>"But what has she to do with it?" asked he, +in a softer voice.</p> + +<p>"I want to know her. I want her to have +her revenge too. I am a rich man and I am +off on his tracks to Australia next Friday."</p> + +<p>"I don't think she'd see you, sir. She's +never seen a gent since."</p> + +<p>"You are an old friend, I can see?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, I am. Her dead mother and I were +old friends. She was one of the good sort. She +didn't put on airs because her daughter was a +great actress. She used to sit and talk to me +every night."</p> + +<p>"Jones, you can manage it. Come, we'll go +together."</p> + +<p>As they drove along very little conversation +passed between the two. At length the cab +stopped at a house in a shabby street in Camden +Town. "You stay here, sir, until I've seen +her," said Jones, as he knocked at the door. +The curtain was drawn aside for a moment before +he was admitted. Five, ten minutes elapsed, +and he did not return. Reg became impatient, +but at last he heard the door open, and Jones +was saying, "You see him, Miss Marjorie, he +has a good face." But still she seemed to hesitate,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> +and Reg, without waiting for more, walked up +to her and grasping her hand, said in an earnest +voice:</p> + +<p>"Miss Williamson, I <i>must</i> see you."</p> + +<p>She offered no further resistance, and Reg +passed with her into a small sitting-room.</p> + +<p>"Stay where you are, Jones," said Reg, as he +saw him about to leave them alone. "You can +hear all I have to say. Miss Williamson, I have +heard all about your troubles, and I want you +to listen to mine:" and again his sad story was +recited.</p> + +<p>"Now Miss Williamson I am off to Australia +to take vengeance, and I want you to assist +me."</p> + +<p>"Assist you! how? Mr. Morris."</p> + +<p>"In this way. You are here toiling your life +away for a meagre pittance. You must give it +up."</p> + +<p>"Indeed I—"</p> + +<p>"Stay, let me finish. I want you to clear +your name and honour before the world. I want +you to rise again to your old position, and be +revenged that way."</p> + +<p>"Impossible," she said.</p> + +<p>"No it's not, sir," chimed in Jones, eagerly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> + +<p>"She could get a good engagement to-morrow +if she liked."</p> + +<p>"Miss Williamson, as I said before, I am a +rich man. I have thousands a year, and now I +have no use for the money I want you to accept—"</p> + +<p>"I shall accept nothing, sir," said she, +sharply.</p> + +<p>"I want you to accept," resumed Reg, tranquilly, +"a small loan in order to enable you to +have a fair start, and as you will not quite trust +me, I will place it in Jones's hands. Here, +Jones," he continued, handing him a roll of notes, +"are a hundred and fifty pounds. You are to +watch over Miss Williamson and see that she +resumes her calling. Miss Williamson, once +more I beg of you to assist me, and when you +are a successful woman again, and making lots +of money, you can repay me."</p> + +<p>"Miss Marjorie, do it. I'll help you," said +Jones, appealingly.</p> + +<p>"Then I'll do it, Mr. Morris, and God bless +you;" then words failed her, and she laid her +head on the sofa and burst into tears.</p> + +<p>Reg bid her good-bye and, followed by Jones +left the house, feeling lighter-hearted than he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +had been for several days. And Jones, when +he was put down at the theatre door, said, in a +choking voice:</p> + +<p>"You'll never regret this day's work, sir. God +bless you."</p> + +<p>Reg next went to the shop at which he had +ordered his die, and found it a most satisfactory +piece of workmanship. Then he drove to the +offices of the Orient Company, and found if he +left London on the following Friday he could +catch the <i>Orltuz</i> at Naples.</p> + +<p>"There's only one berth left, sir," said the +clerk. "It's in a two-berth cabin, and a Mr. +Allen Winter has the other."</p> + +<p>"Then cable and secure it for me," he +said, putting down the money and receiving +his ticket.</p> + +<p>The next day he called on Bridgland, related +all he had done, and told him his plans.</p> + +<p>"You are a marvel, Morris," said that worthy +man. "I could not understand why you left me +so suddenly. So you leave England to-morrow +for certain?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. Wyck has a clear week's start and, +as the <i>Himalaya</i> is a faster boat, I expect he +will reach Adelaide eight days ahead of me."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span>"And when you catch him what will you +do?"</p> + +<p>"Do you see this die, Bridgland?" asked Reg, +as he produced his case. "This is his device. +I'll brand him with it on both ears. He shall be +a marked man for life."</p> + +<p>"But that's rather dangerous, is it not?"</p> + +<p>"Listen, Brigland. I have sworn by the +corpse of the girl I loved that I would avenge +her death, and I will do it at any cost. Your +high-class Englishman looks upon a woman's +honour as his legitimate prey, and his fellows +feast and toast and testimonialise his success in +his nefarious deeds; but we Australians are made +of different stuff from the rotten fabric of European +civilisation. We hold the honour of our +women in respect, and we have only one law for +those who sully or sport with it—the law that a +right-minded man makes for himself. Here is a +murderer gone to our country to continue his +infamous amusement. Mark my words, Bridgland, +if he ever returns alive to England, he will +return so that it is impossible for him to hold up +his head. Now good-bye, old chap. When you +see me again, rest assured Australia will have +been revenged."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>"My God!" said Bridgland to himself when +Reg had left him. "I would rather be dead +than have a sleuth-hound like that on my track. +Wyck, your time has come, but not before you +deserve it."</p> + +<p>The final arrangements were completed, and +Reg started on his journey. He bade a fond +farewell to the Whytes, and his last word rang +in Oliver Whyte's ears for many a day. It was +"Revenge."</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.<br /><br /> + +HAL.</h2> + + +<p>"Now then, Reginald Morris, my name is +Allen Winter. I am going to have it out with +you," said a tall, handsome man, fully six feet +in his socks and broad in proportion, as he +closed the cabin door, and stood with his back +to it.</p> + +<p>Reg had been lounging on his bunk, deep in +his own thoughts, when he was disturbed by the +abrupt entrance of his fellow-passenger, and the +above good-humoured demand. Reg got up +from his bunk, and faced him without speaking.</p> + +<p>"You've shared my cabin since we left +Naples, three days ago. Not a word have you +spoken. You have done nothing but mope +about, and look as miserable as a boiled owl. I +say again, I won't have it, for you are infecting +me with your low spirits," said Winter.</p> + +<p>Reg looked at him with curiosity, but still<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +answered nothing, so that Winter began to show +signs of annoyance.</p> + +<p>"Hang it all! can't you speak, man? I can +box, shoot, fence, fight, or anything you like. I +don't think I am a bad sort of fellow myself, +and it's because I know you are a good sort that +I feel so annoyed to see you moping."</p> + +<p>"I am much obliged to you for the compliment; +still I fancy I can do what I please," said +Reg, quietly.</p> + +<p>The other showed no signs of resentment, but +continued smiling at him as he rattled off the +following, "You are in trouble, I know. You +have had a severe blow lately. There was a +woman in it, and she's dead. You loved that +woman; her name was Amy, and the man who +came between you was a certain Wyck. You +are an Australian, and have plenty of money. +You are seeking revenge, and your instrument +of vengeance is in your breast pocket. These +are details I have gathered from what I have seen +of you, or what I have heard you mutter in your +sleep; and knowing this much I am curious to +know more."</p> + +<p>"You are quite an up-to-date detective, sir," +said Reg, frankly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>"Ah! then you acknowledge that I have hit +the mark."</p> + +<p>"But pray, sir, are there not enough people +on board to amuse you without the need of +exercising your powers on me. I am in trouble, +I acknowledge, but I prefer keeping my troubles +to myself," answered Reg, really angry this +time.</p> + +<p>"I apologise, Morris, if I have been abrupt, +but really I did not mean to be so. It is strange +that though there are over two hundred passengers +on board, I have not seen a face I care +about but yours, and when I see you fretting +away I feel for you, for I have gone through the +mill, and know what it is."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" said Reg, growing +interested.</p> + +<p>"Let me tell you my history. I was born in +Victoria. My father died when I was fifteen, +and left me to look after my mother, who was a +confirmed invalid. She died twelve months later, +and I was left alone. While walking down +Collins Street one day I had an adventure which +changed the course of my career. A carriage and +pair of flash horses were being driven by, the +coachman lounging on the box holding the reins<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +carelessly, when a tram-car rounded the corner +at a good pace. The horses gave a bound, the +sudden shock sent the coachman off his box, +and away they galloped. They turned one +corner, and then another safely, and I was able +by cutting through a cross street to come up with +them. Well I was always a handy youngster, +and as they dashed by me I made a run for the +back of the carriage, caught one of the springs, +scrambled on the top of the carriage, and reached +the box, only to find the reins hanging round the +pole beyond my grasp; but it did not take me +long to slip along the pole, pick them up, and +get back to the box. I, like most Australians +can handle the ribbons, but it took me all my +time to pull those horses up in time to avoid a +collision. I didn't think much of the feat, in +fact I rather liked the fun of it, but the old +gentleman inside, who was the only occupant, +chose to think differently, and when the coachman +came up in a cab, in which he had been +following us, not much hurt, the old gentleman +made me get in beside him.</p> + +<p>"'What's your name?' he asked.</p> + +<p>"'Allen Winter,' said I.</p> + +<p>"Then he asked me my history. I told him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +that I was an orphan and had to work for my +living. Well, to make this long story short, I +have never had to work since, for he gave me +twelve months at the Scotch College in Melbourne, +and during my holidays he died, leaving +me the whole of his fortune. He was an old +bachelor, and his money was well invested, so I +have now an income of a thousand a year. I +have been over every inch of Australia; I know +the Colonies well, and I have been round the +world twice."</p> + +<p>"But you have not explained your interest in +me," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"No, I thought I would keep that to the +last," he said, his voice growing sadder. "I +never was much of a Society man, for although +I have been through a lot, I never feel at home +amongst fashionable folk, and Australian Society +is rotten—I don't like it. But I chanced to be +thrown into contact with a young girl, with whom +I fell madly in love, and whom I endowed, as +every man in love does, with all the virtues. I +courted her for two years, and she professed to +return my devotion. Now, her mother had a +great fondness for Society ways and fads, and we +were not the best of friends in consequence, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +I thought we loved each other too well for that +defect in my character to make any difference. +The wedding-day was at last fixed. I had presented +her with funds to buy her trousseau, as +they were not at all well off, when a young sprig +of English nobility visited the Colonies, and became +acquainted with them. The mother played +her cards well, for that cursed snob married +my girl under my very nose, and used the +trousseau I had provided. She sent me a letter, +in which she stated she had never loved me as +I deserved to be loved, and that she would offend +her mother if she refused the Englishman."</p> + +<p>"Did you care for her very much?" asked +Reg.</p> + +<p>"Except my mother, she was the only +woman I ever loved, and when she threw me +over it nearly killed me."</p> + +<p>"She married this man?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; and her mother had the cheek to ask +me to the wedding, but, needless to say, I did +not go. I very nearly went to the devil +instead."</p> + +<p>"Now, just listen to me. Suppose that man +had come between you two, and, after separating +you, had jilted and deserted the girl, and was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +directly the cause of her death, what would you +have done then?" said Reg, excitedly.</p> + +<p>Winter did not reply at once. He guessed +instantly that Reg was referring to his own case.</p> + +<p>"What would you have done?" asked Reg, +again, impatiently.</p> + +<p>"I think I should have shot him dead, or +marked him for life," he answered, deliberately.</p> + +<p>"Winter, shake hands. You are a man," +said Reg, jumping off his bunk. "I apologise +for my previous rudeness."</p> + +<p>"Accepted, with pleasure," said Winter, cordially; +and the two men shook hands.</p> + +<p>Reg thereupon unfolded to him his whole +history, which the reader knows. Winter +listened attentively and, when he had finished, +stood like a man dazed with horror. For the +second time he put out his hand, and gripped +Reg's hand with a grip that spoke volumes of +sympathetic help. For a minute or two there +was silence between the two men, which Winter +broke by saying:</p> + +<p>"Morris, I am an Australian. I know the +Colonies well. You will let me join you?"</p> + +<p>"Thanks, Winter; but I live for nothing but +revenge."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>"Then I will join you. You swore an oath +to devote all your time and money to vengeance +upon this man who has so foully wronged you. +Let me swear too that I will join you. I will +go with you, and the same spirit that animates +you shall animate me too."</p> + +<p>There was no mistaking the genuineness of +the appeal, and Reg frankly gave him his hand. +From that day they were "Reg" and "Hal" to +each other, and Wyck had two determined men +on his track, the one endowed with all the +shrewdness of a keen detective, possessing also +a thorough knowledge of Australian life and +habits; the other of strong determination and +obstinate will that no obstacles would foil. Both +awkward customers to deal with, and whose +bitter enmity no man could afford to despise.</p> + +<p>From that day they were observed by all the +passengers to be close friends, and they showed +very plainly how little they wished to be disturbed +by, or to come into contact with, the +other passengers. Now it happened that, although +there was a large number of passengers, +eligible young men were scarce, and when two +of the best-looking young fellows on board gave +it to be clearly understood that they intended<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +keeping aloof from the general company it +naturally caused a little sensation.</p> + +<p>"I can't understand them two gents. They +be always together, always talk, talk; and +when anybody speaks to them they appear offended. +It's a shame they ain't more sociable, +'specially as my gals is fond of gentleman's +company."</p> + +<p>Both Reg and Hal overheard this remark +from a stout, florid lady, who with her two +daughters was starting on a tour through +Australia. She was the wife of Samuel Lewis, +cheesemonger, of Drury Lane: they had noticed +a label on one of her boxes.</p> + +<p>"I feel sorry for her and her daughters, don't +you, Reg?" said Hal.</p> + +<p>"I've not noticed them, old chap," he +answered, indifferently.</p> + +<p>"Look here, my boy. You must enliven up a +bit. It's no use fretting. You can do nothing +till you get to Adelaide, so let's have a bit of +fun."</p> + +<p>"I'll come round in time, old chap. I have +felt better every day since meeting you."</p> + +<p>"Yes, and I mean you to feel better still; but +come away, here's that confounded old Tickell<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +coming, he's dead set on us," as they dodged +round some deck-chairs.</p> + +<p>"Ha, gentlemen, here you are! I am so +glad to see you. Would you try one of my +cigars; they are really a first-class brand. +No; you don't smoke cigars, eh? Sorry for +that. Prefer a pipe, eh? Well, that's a nice +one you are smoking, and it seems to colour +well. Splendid thing, a meerschaum. I +always smoke cherry-wood myself; see, this +is one. I have some more down below like +it. Would you care for one? I assure you +they are something special; and this tobacco's +simply—"</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes," said Hal, stopping him abruptly. +"I am sure all you say is quite correct, but we +do not require anything to-day, and, moreover, +we are engaged—"</p> + +<p>"But, my dear sir, you know on board ship +people are—"</p> + +<p>"Supposed to mind their own business," said +Hal, exasperated with the man's importunity.</p> + +<p>"Yes, exactly, my dear sir, but when—"</p> + +<p>"Look, Mr. Tickell, there's Mrs. Morgan +beckoning to you," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Where? Ah, yes, I am sorry I must leave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +you: ta, ta; I'll see you again," and away he +skipped to annoy someone else.</p> + +<p>"Tickell is a specimen of that irritating +species of human kind, the unsnubbable," said +Hal.</p> + +<p>Various attempts were made to penetrate their +reserve, but without success, for they clearly gave +everyone to understand that they preferred the +company of each other, which did not tend to +their popularity on board. Amongst the passengers +was a young man who rejoiced in the +high-sounding name of Hugh St. John Wilson-Mainwaring, +and whose sense of self-importance +was as extensive as his appellation. He was +the younger son of a bishop, and intended to +tour the Colonies at the expense of the inhabitants, +feeling satisfied that he had only to make +it known that his father was the Bishop of +Doseminster to have the door of every aristocrat-loving +Australian flung open wide in his honour. +His voice had a delightful drawl that attracted +the female portion of the passengers, and the +little time of each day that was left to him after +that which was occupied in the management +of this characteristic, the manipulation of his +eye-glass, and the exposure of the correct four<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +inches of shirt-cuff, was devoted to the invention +of inane practical jokes. He had successfully +played "ripping good jokes, don't yer know" +on most of the passengers, and one old squatter +who was returning with his "missus" after doing +England felt highly honoured at being made +the butt of such aristocratic ingenuity.</p> + +<p>"We must invite him to the station, missus," +he said to his wife the evening after that event. +"He would be such a catch for our Eliza."</p> + +<p>Now Mr. Hugh St. John Wilson-Mainwaring +had noticed that Hal and Reg invariably took possession +of a couple of the most comfortable chairs +on deck, which they placed in a sunny corner +while they read, smoked, or talked together, and +he determined to have a joke at their expense. +He took the ladies into his confidence in his +charming, affable way, and the Misses Lewis, +especially, were delighted to be made partners +in the attempt of a bishop's son to make these +two young men who thought so much of themselves +look ridiculous.</p> + +<p>One afternoon Hal and Reg, coming on deck, +found all the chairs occupied, and were compelled +to seat themselves in a couple of hammock +chairs, ingenious contrivances in which the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +back is supported in a notch cut for the purpose. +Fortune favoured the bishop's hopeful offspring, +for they were not only convenient for his purpose, +but they occupied a conspicuous position. +Reg and Hal were just dozing off, when he seized +his opportunity and crawled quietly on his hands +and knees behind Reg's chair, and tied a piece +of string on to the support. Cautiously, and in +the same monkey-like fashion, he returned, paying +out his line as he went, and gleefully drew all +his lady admirers' attention to his huge joke.</p> + +<p>"You'll come down directly, Reg. They've +tied a string to your chair," said Hal, in a +whisper.</p> + +<p>"Right! old chap. We'll see who will have +the best joke. If I come down my back will be +broken: understand?"</p> + +<p>"Rather! Look out, he's got his string taut."</p> + +<p>Scarcely had Hal finished when Reg's chair +collapsed, and he fell on the broad of his back. +Hal jumped up as if startled, and a violent peal +of laughter burst out in all directions, but still +Reg lay motionless. Hal went to his assistance, +and in a scared voice, called out for the doctor. +That gentleman happened to be close at hand, +and soon a crowd gathered round.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>"My back; it's broken," moaned Reg; and a +litter was improvised, and he was carried to the +surgery.</p> + +<p>"Poor fellow!—How could you do it?—What +a shame!—He'll die"—and similar expressions +were hurled at the bishop's son, who became +seriously alarmed.</p> + +<p>When they reached the surgery, the doctor +ordered all to leave, except Hal, and began to +examine the wounded man.</p> + +<p>"Stop," said Reg, pulling himself up. "It's +all a joke. Keep it up, doctor."</p> + +<p>The doctor was amazed at first, but expressed +himself as quite agreeable to join in the plot. +Hal left the cabin with a serious face, and met +all the anxious enquirers at the door with one +stern remark:</p> + +<p>"He's dying. I'm going for the Captain."</p> + +<p>Mr. Wilson-Mainwaring became seriously +alarmed, turned pale, wrung his hands in despair, +and gave vent to disjointed appeals and ejaculations. +"It was only a joke. Oh! you know +it was only a joke. Oh, my poor father! Why +did I come? What shall I do?" until they were +afraid he would throw himself overboard.</p> + +<p>Hal, who had been enjoying his dilemma, now<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +thought the joke had gone far enough, and opening +the surgery door, pulled out Reg, smoking +his pipe, and looking as if nothing had +happened.</p> + +<p>The laugh was now turned against Mr. Hugh +St. John Wilson-Mainwaring, who disappeared +below, and did not venture on deck for several +days.</p> + +<p>No one after this attempted to interfere +with the two friends' mode of passing their +time, and they were left undisturbed, and remained +engrossed in each other's society. After +an eventful voyage the ship arrived in due time +at Adelaide.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.<br /><br /> + +ADELAIDE.</h2> + + +<p>"That's Largs Bay over there," said the officer +on duty to the small group of passengers collected +on deck to watch the approach of the vessel +to her anchorage at Adelaide.</p> + +<p>To none did the news come with greater pleasure +than to Reg and Hal, who were impatient +to get on to Wyck's track without delay. Reg +had improved in spirits considerably since he had +taken Hal into his confidence, but he remained +as determined as ever to carry out his object.</p> + +<p>Poor old Tickell had in vain tried to penetrate +their reserve, and find out something about them, +but he had to acknowledge they had seen through +all his cunning devices. He knew everybody +and everybody's business, from one end of the +passenger list to the other, with the exception of +these two. His failure here worried him, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> +still, though the voyage was fast terminating, he +did not lose all hope of finding out something +about them. As luck would have it, he found +himself standing close beside the two who were +occupying his thoughts.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry we are going to part, gentlemen," +he said, affably.</p> + +<p>"Yes?" answered Hal, smiling.</p> + +<p>"I shall miss your society. You are out here +for pleasure, are you not?"</p> + +<p>"Now, Tickell, my good fellow, drop all +that," said Hal, seeing what was coming.</p> + +<p>"No offence, my dear sir. On business, +then?"</p> + +<p>"Go to the devil, Tickell—or what is better, +go and worry some of the old women," said Hal, +turning away.</p> + +<p>"Now, don't get cross, sir."</p> + +<p>"You're an infernal old fool," said Reg, fairly +losing his temper; and tucking Hal's arm under +his own, strolled away.</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm hanged if I can make them out," +said Tickell, to Mrs. Morgan, who had come towards +him.</p> + +<p>"Found out anything, Mr. Tickell?" asked +that lady, sweetly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>"No, just had another try, but no use."</p> + +<p>"Wonder if they're criminals escaping from +gaol," hazarded Mrs. Morgan, who had all the +romantic imagination of her sex.</p> + +<p>"No, more like lords in disguise," said +Tickell, thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>"You've hit it, Tickell," said Hal, passing +by, not having heard the remark but guessing it +referred to them.</p> + +<p>"I knew it. I knew it," said Tickell, gleefully, +as he rushed below to spread the news.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my lords, I really beg your lordships' +pardon," said Mrs. Morgan, apologetically.</p> + +<p>"Pray what for, madam?" asked Reg, wondering +if she had lost her senses.</p> + +<p>"Well, you see, your lordships, neither me +nor my gals ever guessed your lordships was +what you are, or we would not have talked about +you so familiar-like."</p> + +<p>"My dear madam, we are no more lords than +you are," said Hal, laughing at the joke.</p> + +<p>"Here they are; here they are," cried +Tickell, to a little crowd he had collected. "I +found them out; I found them out."</p> + +<p>"Found out what, Tickell?" asked Hal.</p> + +<p>"I found you out, my lords. I knew all the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +time you were lords in disguise, but I did not +like to say so," and Tickell skipped about and +snapped his fingers with joy at the discovery.</p> + +<p>A small tender now came alongside, and the +Health Officer boarded the ship, and at once +granted <i>pratique</i>, as there had been no sickness +during the voyage. Several people accompanied +him. Reg and Hal, taking advantage of the lull, +escaped to their cabins, but no sooner were they +there than the Captain rushed down to them, +shook hands, and complimented them on their +disguise. He had not taken any notice of them +before, for he was a big man in his own estimation.</p> + +<p>"I really feel annoyed at your not letting me +into the secret of your identity, gentlemen, for +there is great competition and jealousy between +the captains on this route as to whose ship carries +most members of the nobility in a year. I'd +have put on extra steam had I known, and +arrived a day sooner. You two will put me top +of the list, and I shall be bound to have a big +passenger list coming home."</p> + +<p>"But, Captain, we are not lords or noblemen, +or anything else," said Hal, laughing at the joke; +but the Captain, being called on deck, left them +with a hurried apology.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>"That confounded old fool Tickell will get us +into trouble yet," said Reg, as they both returned +to the deck.</p> + +<p>"That's them," said Tickell, pointing them +out to a couple of young men standing by with +note-books and pencils in their hands, whereupon +both stepped up to them.</p> + +<p>"My lords, I have the honour to represent +the <i>Advertiser</i>. I should feel much obliged if +you would give a few particulars of your visit to +the Colony."</p> + +<p>"I belong to the <i>Register</i>, my lords," said his +companion, preparing to write.</p> + +<p>"I am afraid, gentlemen, you are under some +mistake," said Reg. "We are not lords, nor anything +of the kind, we are happy to say. Here +are our cards."</p> + +<p>"But you are travelling <i>incognito</i>, perhaps?" +suggested one.</p> + +<p>"No, we are both Australian born, and if I +don't make a mistake, I believe I recognise Joe +Watson," answered Hal.</p> + +<p>"That's my name. Why, now I know you—Winter; +Hal Winter, of course," and they +shook hands, laughing heartily over the joke.</p> + +<p>"Then who is that old fool who told us a long<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +yarn about your being lords in disguise? I am +awfully sorry you are not."</p> + +<p>"And why, Watson?" asked Hal.</p> + +<p>"Oh, news is scarce, and the arrivals of +nobility are welcomed nowadays. They catch on, +you know."</p> + +<p>"Don't understand, Watson."</p> + +<p>"Why, from a matrimonial point of view. +There are so many mammas lying in wait to +receive them. But I must go. I am glad to +see you, Winter; call at the office and look me +up, some time or other."</p> + +<p>"Certainly I will," and the two shook hands.</p> + +<p>"Fancy that," said Hal, "he and I were at +school together; we haven't seen each other for +ten years."</p> + +<p>"He does not seem over fond of the nobility, +with all his enterprise," said Reg, smiling.</p> + +<p>"No," answered Hal. "He is a young Australian. +His father is one of the leading citizens, +but when a man's on a paper he is not allowed +to express his own opinions."</p> + +<p>"Then the papers toady to the nobility?"</p> + +<p>"Not exactly. I consider the Australian +Press is second to none in the world, and both +the papers these men represent would hold their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> +own in any country; but they must study +public taste, like any other public caterers, and +they do so love a lord. See, they are both now +engaged with the bishop's son."</p> + +<p>The Captain did not seem so cordial to them +as they left the ship, and he wore a disappointed +look. As they said good-bye to all, and the tug +started for shore, a figure on deck waved his +hat and called out to them: "I found you out."</p> + +<p>"Good-bye, you old idiot," shouted Hal, +and an uproarious laugh greeted the amiable +Tickell.</p> + +<p>"It's nearly time they had an outer harbour +here," said Reg, as he tried to dodge the spray +flying over the side of the tug.</p> + +<p>"Yes, you're right, but there seems to be too +much jealousy amongst the three ports. Glenelg +think they ought to have it, and the Semaphore, +too, lays claim to it, and between the lot of them +we have to land with a wet skin."</p> + +<p>"Now then, gentlemen, hold tight," shouted +the tug-captain, as a wave washed the small boat +from stem to stern and drenched them to the +skin.</p> + +<p>After a tedious voyage they were landed at the +pier, wet through and, having made arrangements<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +about their luggage, they stepped into the train +for Adelaide.</p> + +<p>"Where shall we stay while in Adelaide, +Hal?" asked Reg, when they were fast approaching +the pretty little city.</p> + +<p>"The 'York' is the tip-top house, but I should +prefer the 'United Service.'"</p> + +<p>"Good, the 'United Service' it shall be."</p> + +<p>Half-an-hour later they stood at the door of +the hotel, ready and fit for work.</p> + +<p>"Hal, are you ready to begin the search?" +asked Reg.</p> + +<p>"Right you are. We'll go to Reuter's first, +and see if there is a cable."</p> + +<p>The office was in King William Street, close +by and, on enquiry, a cable was handed to Reg. +It read:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Morris, Adelaide. All well. Revenge. Whyte."</p></div> + +<p>"Yes, Whyte, we'll be revenged," said Reg, +handing the telegram to Hal.</p> + +<p>"So far, so good. What's the next move?"</p> + +<p>"Wyck will arrive a stranger here. He will +enquire for the best hotel, and will be told the +'York.' He will tip the man, and ask him if +there are any good-looking girls there, and he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +will be told that old Ford won't have a barmaid +about the place, and is fearfully particular. +Then he'll ask for another, and he ought either +to be told of the South Australian Club, the +United Service, or the Southern Cross. All +these keep saloon bars, so we cannot do better +than enquire at them."</p> + +<p>"Why do you think he will proceed in that +way?"</p> + +<p>"Wyck is fond of ladies, isn't he? Well, +where would a stranger go to talk to a nice +girl? He'd go to a saloon bar, where so many +good-looking girls are found."</p> + +<p>"You're right, old chap. Let's go over to +the 'Cross.'"</p> + +<p>On entering the small saloon, they found a +handsome young lady in attendance. After +calling for drinks, Hal asked her how long she +had been there.</p> + +<p>"I only came yesterday," she replied, sweetly.</p> + +<p>"Good-bye, miss," said Hal, with equal sweetness.</p> + +<p>Johnny Lord's and several more were visited, +but without success, for no one knew of such a +person as they were enquiring for.</p> + +<p>On calling at the South Australian Club they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +were met by a very busy, energetic, little man, +who said he was the proprietor, and seemed +proud of it.</p> + +<p>"Have you had a gentleman named Wyckliffe, +stopping here?" asked Hal, as he stood sipping +some iced wine.</p> + +<p>"Yes I did. He stayed here three days."</p> + +<p>"Do you know where he went when he left?"</p> + +<p>"I fancy he left for Port Pirie; at least +that's where I heard him say he was going +to," answered the bustling little man as he +hurried away.</p> + +<p>"Did you know Wyckliffe?" asked Hal of the +young lady who presided over the bar.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I knew him slightly," she answered.</p> + +<p>But the entrance of a gentleman of the masher +type, who shook hands with her, and kept her +in conversation with him, effectually prevented +any further information being procured from that +quarter. Hal and Reg therefore left.</p> + +<p>"Hal," said Reg, anxiously, "is Adelaide a +very holy city?"</p> + +<p>"Why; whatever makes you ask that?"</p> + +<p>"Well, in the first place I notice an enormous +number of churches, and secondly, I hear +you cannot get a drink on Sunday."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>"That's true, but it came about in this way. +When public-houses were open on Sunday, the +churches were always empty. The parsons +agitated the temperance party, and the result was +the closing of the houses."</p> + +<p>"And did that fill the churches?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, it filled the clubs instead."</p> + +<p>"I wonder if he would call on the Governor," +said Hal, after a slight pause.</p> + +<p>"Don't know, but he might. Shall we see?"</p> + +<p>"No, thanks."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I forgot. Of course you don't appreciate +Governors."</p> + +<p>"No, you are right there. I think them useless +pieces of furniture to the Colonies. They +do no good and are merely sent out for Society's +sake to be able to entertain English visitors, +when they come over at the Colony's expense. +Now look at that little man in the carriage there, +with a dog by his side. Well, he has more +brains than any six Governors put together."</p> + +<p>"Who is he?"</p> + +<p>"He's the Lieutenant-Governor and Chief +Justice, and one of the cleverest men Australia +ever had."</p> + +<p>"Why don't they appoint him Governor, then?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>"Well, my dear old chap, if you had a friend +who was in trouble financially, or otherwise, you +would do him a good turn, would you not? +Well, English political leaders do the same."</p> + +<p>"I see, there is a big salary attached to it. +But, now, how about Wyck?"</p> + +<p>"If he has returned to Adelaide we must find +him. He may have seen the cable addressed to +me, or he might have seen our names in the +passenger list wired from Albany," said Hal, +musingly.</p> + +<p>"Then we had better continue our search, for +he cannot now have much start on us," answered +Reg, and they prepared to renew their enquiries +at the hotels. Walking down Rundle Street, +they called at the "Globe," and other places, +without result, till dinner time caused them to +adjourn.</p> + +<p>"Let's have another nip of Mount Gambier +whiskey," said Hal, "and after dinner we'll try +Hindley Street."</p> + +<p>While walking along King William Street +continuing their search, Reg, who had continued +closely observant, remarked:</p> + +<p>"Is there anything exceptional about our appearance, +Hal?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>"Why?"</p> + +<p>"I was judging by the number of people who +stare at us closely, and then turn round for a +second look."</p> + +<p>"That's one of the characteristics of Adelaide—curiosity. +They do love to know who's who +and, if they see a stranger, they like to know all +about him," answered Hal, as a well-dressed lady +passing them stared hard. "Now, come round +this way, old chap. We must explore Hindley +Street. It's a peculiar street, fashionable at one +end, and——"</p> + +<p>"Not fashionable at the other," added Reg.</p> + +<p>"Exactly; there is a tribe of Mongolians and +Asiatics inhabiting the lower quarters, but let's +ask here where Mick Tier lives."</p> + +<p>"What, Mick Tier, Slavin's friend when he +was in England?"</p> + +<p>"The same. Here he is," and a stout gentleman, +who could turn the scale at eighteen stone, +appeared.</p> + +<p>They had half-an-hour's chat with their genial +host, without being able to procure any additional +information, and went on to the "Melbourne +Hotel." They entered the saloon, and were +smilingly greeted by a good-looking young lady.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span>"Good evening, Miss Wallace; how are you, +this evening?" said Hal, leaning familiarly over +the bar.</p> + +<p>"Very well, thank you."</p> + +<p>"Have you seen Wyck lately?"</p> + +<p>"No, do you know him?" answered she, with +a slight start.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I know him well. He told me to +call and give you his best love, Gussy."</p> + +<p>"That's very kind of him, and did he tell you +my name?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly. When did you see him last?"</p> + +<p>"I don't remember. Why?" she asked, +curiously. "But really I forget your name, +though I remember your face."</p> + +<p>"Thompson is my name. It is very unkind of +you to forget me so soon."</p> + +<p>"I don't remember the name."</p> + +<p>"I saw Wyck at Port Pirie. He said he +thought he was going on to Melbourne."</p> + +<p>"But he did not go," said the girl, quickly, +and Hal gave Reg a gentle touch with his +foot.</p> + +<p>"Where did he go to?"</p> + +<p>"Come on, let us look round and see all the +pretty girls," said a familiar voice behind them,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +and turning they saw Tickell and an elderly +gentleman.</p> + +<p>"Hullo, Morris and Winter. I've found you +out," shouted Tickell.</p> + +<p>Hal made a movement of annoyance, for he +had seen the girl start at their names, and now +felt sure she was in league with Wyck, and +knew of his whereabouts.</p> + +<p>"Will you join me, gentlemen?" said Tickell, +between his smiles and smirks at the barmaid.</p> + +<p>"No, thanks," said Hal, as he sat at a small +table, with Reg alongside him.</p> + +<p>"Confound that old fool, he's spoilt my +game," said he, in a low tone, to Reg.</p> + +<p>"How did you know her name, Hal!"</p> + +<p>"My dear boy, if a girl leaves a letter on the +shelves behind, addressed to Miss Wallace—"</p> + +<p>"I see, but where did the Gussy come in?"</p> + +<p>"Look at her brooch, and you will find that."</p> + +<p>"Well, good-bye, my dear; awfully sorry I +must go. Good-bye, gentlemen," and Tickell +and his friend retired.</p> + +<p>"You'll excuse me for a moment, sirs," said +the barmaid, leaving her post, with a bow. Quick +as lightning, Hal leant across and examined the +envelope—</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>"Melbourne stamp, dated two days ago."</p> + +<p>"And that's his writing, Hal," said Reg, +excitedly.</p> + +<p>They had scarcely time to settle themselves +when the lady returned, carrying a sheet of +blotting-paper, which she carelessly threw on +the shelf under the counter.</p> + +<p>"Same again, please, Gussy," said Hal, trying +to be pleasant.</p> + +<p>"My name is Miss Wallace, sir," said she, +indignantly.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon, madam."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe you saw Mr. Wyckliffe at +all. I know what you are after, but you +won't see him again, for he has left for Western +Australia."</p> + +<p>"Is that so?" queried Hal, cynically. "Then +he did not go to Melbourne, Miss Wallace?"</p> + +<p>"No, Mr. Morris, he did not," she answered, +with emphasis on the name Morris.</p> + +<p>"I notice you had a letter from him," said +Hal, quietly.</p> + +<p>"I never had—" She got no further for, +turning round, she found the envelope facing +her. "You've been reading my letters while I +was away," she called out, in a fury; then,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> +noticing it was an envelope alone, she cooled +down, and said:</p> + +<p>"This was from my brother at Port Augusta."</p> + +<p>"It's a pity all the Colonies do not adopt the +same colour for their stamps, for, while Victoria +is puce, South Australia is yellow," said +Hal, carelessly pointing to the puce stamp, but +the girl snatched it up, gave him an evil +glance, and sat down to write a note.</p> + +<p>The saloon was very tastefully arranged, and +Gussy had forgotten that the wall at her back +was covered with mirrors, otherwise she would +not have been so hasty as to write on a telegraph +form in a manner that was easily to be distinguished +by both Hal and Reg.</p> + +<p>"Come, Reg. We must go," said Hal, rising.</p> + +<p>"Good-bye, Miss Wallace, I'm awfully sorry +you are offended."</p> + +<p>"She's going to send a telegram to him. We +must try and get a look at the address," said +Hal, as they once more found themselves in the +street.</p> + +<p>"How is that to be done?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know if you have noticed the +way a messenger generally carries a telegram to +the office."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>"Can't say I have."</p> + +<p>"Well, I amuse myself frequently by noticing +these things, and I have observed that he invariably +carries it in his hand, and reads it twice +before sending it."</p> + +<p>"Well, what of that?"</p> + +<p>"In the first place it will enable us to see who +the messenger is, and in the second we may be +able to read the telegram as well as he," answered +Hal, as he took up his position in a deep +doorway on the side of the street opposite to +the hotel.</p> + +<p>Shortly afterwards they saw Gussy appear at +the door, and look about her to see all was clear. +A few minutes later a boy appeared carrying a +telegram in his hand.</p> + +<p>Walking on the opposite side of the street +as far as King William Street, they shadowed +him, and crossing the road walked close in his +rear. As the lad stopped at the office, he +opened the telegram, and looked at it. Hal +at the same time glanced over his shoulder, and +read:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>V. Wyckliffe, Great Australian Palace, Melbourne. Morris and +another called for you to-day. Going Melbourne. Look out. +G——y.</p></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span>"Hal, you're a wonder," said Reg when he +became acquainted with the contents of the +telegram.</p> + +<p>"I reckon we're getting close on him now. +He will only have three days' start of us," said +Hal, complacently. "The guide says—'Express +to Melbourne at 3.30., arriving at 10.30 +next morning: boudoir car attached.'"</p> + +<p>"Let's fill up the time by going to a music-hall," +suggested Reg.</p> + +<p>"Don't keep them here, my boy."</p> + +<p>"What, no music-halls!"</p> + +<p>"Well there is a small one run by Tommy +Hudson, but it is used as a theatre. Adelaide +people don't believe in leg-shows and +ballets."</p> + +<p>"But I thought they had the Gaiety people +out here, and did a big business."</p> + +<p>"Quite true, but it caused such an extra-ordinary +number of divorce and breach of promise +cases that they have not repeated it."</p> + +<p>"Have they a decent theatre, then?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, a capital one, run by good old Wybert +Reeve, and as the Governor goes there to-night, +there will be an extra crush."</p> + +<p>"Does he influence the public?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>"Rather, my boy. I have seen the stalls and +dress-circle quite empty one night and crowded +the next to overflowing, all on account of the +presence of the Governor and his wife."</p> + +<p>"Then we had better not rob them of their +enjoyment," said Reg, emphatically.</p> + +<p>They spent the following morning in visiting +the sights of Adelaide, that picturesquely placed +and beautifully laid-out city, nestling by the +<i>broad waters</i> (<i>!</i>) of the Torrens, beneath its +background of lofty blue mountains; and took +the afternoon express to Melbourne.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.<br /><br /> + +MELBOURNE.</h2> + + +<p>After passing a somewhat restless night in +the boudoir car they arrived at Melbourne. +Boudoir cars are very comfortable and pleasant +places in their way, but on this particular occasion +they did not find it overwhelmingly +pleasant, for their fellow-passengers had their +own peculiar way of amusing themselves. For +instance, a Melbournite and a Sydneyite had to +share the same compartment, and any man who +has travelled in Australia knows what that will +lead to. It was a new experience to Reg. Hal, +however, found himself fully occupied in closing +his ears to the snores coming from a passenger +in the next compartment.</p> + +<p>"Talk about Sydney! Why, what have you +got to talk about? You've a decent harbour +through no fault of your own, and that's about<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +all you can boast of," said the man from +Melbourne.</p> + +<p>"And what have you got? Just open the +window, and everybody will know. <i>Smellbourne</i> +is your proper title. I always have to carry disinfectants +with me when I come here. Say, +guard, see that those windows are closed," sang +out the man from Sydney.</p> + +<p>"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the other, in retort. +"We certainly have not your natural +resources, but what we have we have made +ourselves. Look at our splendid buildings, our +streets, our cable tramcars, our prosperous +country."</p> + +<p>"Yes, look at them. Where are the men that +built them? In gaol. How was the money to +build them obtained? By robbing English +capitalists. And what's the consequences? +Why, they are all empty. Fancy, ten thousand +empty houses in a small town like yours."</p> + +<p>"And how about your empty houses? Your +Parliament House? Bah! It's a bauble shop. +While your members are fighting amongst themselves +like cats and dogs, the country is going to +the deuce."</p> + +<p>"Guard, please separate those gentlemen,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +screamed a shrill voice from the lady's compartment.</p> + +<p>"Stop your row, there," shouted the man who +had been snoring so loudly, imagining their +quarrel had woke him up, whereas, a kick from +Hal had done it.</p> + +<p>"Go to sleep, you fellows, blowing about +Sydney and Melbourne. Why, our little town +of Brisbane licks you both hollow," roared +a tall man in pyjamas, jumping on the floor.</p> + +<p>"Yes; before the flood," shouted the Sydney +man.</p> + +<p>"Look here, gentlemen. You will have to +make less noise," said the collector, now appearing +on the scene.</p> + +<p>Thus it was that they were disturbed all night +long and, on the following morning, things nearly +approached a crisis, owing to the Sydney man +ostentatiously producing camphor and eucalyptus +and preparing to scatter them about to kill +the noxious germs of Melbourne.</p> + +<p>"That is a fair sample from the citizens of +the two rival cities of the South," said Hal. +"They are for ever fighting against one another. +Jealousy is no name for the rivalry between +them."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>"It seems a pitiful waste of energy," answered +Reg, strapping up his rugs, for they were +nearing Melbourne; and soon the train ran +in to Spencer Street Station.</p> + +<p>Here all was noise and hurly-burly. Porters +jostled the passengers and each other, and flung +the luggage about. Cabbies yelled for fares, +and everyone seemed bent on making as much +noise and causing as much inconvenience as +possible.</p> + +<p>"Thank goodness, that's over," said Reg, when +they had safely put themselves in a hansom. +"Talk about London porters. They are not a +patch on these fellows for banging your things +about."</p> + +<p>"That's true. In Melbourne, old man, everything +must go with a rush," answered Hal, as +the cab pulled up at the entrance to a tremendous +building, some eight stories high.</p> + +<p>"Fine place this, Hal."</p> + +<p>"Yes, as far as appearances go. It's run on +temperance principles, at a heavy loss every year."</p> + +<p>"Who built it then?"</p> + +<p>"There's his face on the wall there, somewhere. +He's in gaol now, went with the land-boom +when it bust."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>"That's why they put his bust up," laughed +Reg, dodging the portmanteau that was flung at +him for his atrocious pun.</p> + +<p>They booked their rooms on the advance +system at the office, and started for a stroll +round the streets of this marvellous city.</p> + +<p>"By Jove, Hal," said Reg, pointing to a tall +building known as a sky-scraper; "thirteen +stories high. Is the man who built that doing +a term too?"</p> + +<p>"No he was too smart. He sold out and got +knighted."</p> + +<p>"Knighted for building a place like +that?"</p> + +<p>"Well you see he gave a big cheque to +charity, and got it that way."</p> + +<p>"Are they as easy to get as that?"</p> + +<p>"Rather. One man built a university, and +was given a handle to his name. England loves +to encourage that sort of thing. But now to +business. I noticed that girl at the Palace eye +us pretty closely."</p> + +<p>"We had better enquire, and see if we can +hear of anything."</p> + +<p>"Time is precious. Let's get back."</p> + +<p>"Do you keep a record of all visitors staying<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +here?" asked Hal of the young lady at the booking +office.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir. What name are you enquiring for?"</p> + +<p>"A friend of mine named Wyckliffe. Ah, I +see you know him"—for he noticed the lady +give a start of surprise.</p> + +<p>"There was a gentleman of that name here, +but he has gone to Adelaide," she answered, in +rather a tremulous voice.</p> + +<p>"Oh! it doesn't matter. He asked me to enquire +for him, if I came to Melbourne. We +have just arrived from Sydney."</p> + +<p>"What a shame," said she, quite recovered. +"He was expecting some friends, and said he +was going to Adelaide to meet them."</p> + +<p>"If you should hear from him, you might say +Mr. Thompson was asking for him," said Hal, +carelessly.</p> + +<p>"How long are you staying, sir?"</p> + +<p>"That all depends how we like the place," +said Hal, as he left, followed by Reg.</p> + +<p>"That girl is in it. I'll swear she knows +where he is.—Query, how are we to get it out +of her?"</p> + +<p>"Where did those gentlemen come from?" +asked the lady, of the porter.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>"Adelaide express, miss," he answered.</p> + +<p>"Are you sure?"</p> + +<p>"Certain, miss, for I noticed the ticket on +their luggage."</p> + +<p>"I fancy they will have to look for him," she +said to herself, smiling grimly.</p> + +<p>Hal and Reg had walked as far as Bourke +Street, when Hal suddenly turned to his companion +and said:</p> + +<p>"What fools we are, Reg. That wire was +sent late at night, addressed to the Palace. We +must find out who was on duty at that hour, for +that girl surely would not be." Thereupon they +wheeled round, and returned to the Palace.</p> + +<p>"Say, porter; do you keep a night-porter +here?" asked Hal, of the man in livery hanging +about the hall.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"Do you know who was on duty the night +before last?"</p> + +<p>"I was, sir."</p> + +<p>"Do you remember a telegram arriving for +Mr. Wyckliffe?"</p> + +<p>"Well, er, you see, sir—"</p> + +<p>"I do see," said Hal, and, by a dexterous +move, a half-crown-piece changed hands.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>"Thomas' buildings are not far from here, sir. +I'll shew you if you just step to the door," said +the porter, leading the way to the street as he +noticed the girl's eyes on him.</p> + +<p>"Enquire at the Gaiety, Bourke Street," he +whispered, and hurriedly withdrew, the happy +possessor now of two half-crowns.</p> + +<p>"What did those gentlemen want?" asked +the lady, when the porter returned.</p> + +<p>"They only wanted to know where Thomas' +Buildings was, miss."</p> + +<p>"Oh, all right," said she, apparently satisfied.</p> + +<p>Hal and Reg lost no time in following up the +clue given them, and a quarter of an hour later +found them in one of the many saloons of the +Gaiety Hotel, where they began to take stock of +their surroundings. Both agreed that it had been +well-named. Business seemed brisk, and liveliness +and gaiety characterised everybody. They +happed to have hit upon the same saloon that +Wyck patronised. Had Hal known this he would +perhaps have been more careful. Two young +ladies were in attendance. One of a very winning +appearance; the other rather plain.</p> + +<p>"Have you seen Wyck lately?" asked Hal, of +the pretty one.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>"No, he's gone," said she, colouring to the +roots of her hair, and then appearing annoyed at +having spoken.</p> + +<p>"Why do you want to know? Who are you?" +she asked, in rather an excited way.</p> + +<p>"My name is Thompson. Wyck is a great +friend of mine. We came out in the same boat +from London," said Hal, carelessly.</p> + +<p>"You are staying at the 'Australian,' are you +not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, why?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing. I thought I saw you there +the other day. Miss Kelley, will you mind +my bar for a few minutes?" and she hurried +away.</p> + +<p>"You've upset Miss Harris," said the other +lady, coming forward.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry. It was quite unintentional," +said Hal.</p> + +<p>"You know she and Wyck are great friends?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I heard something about it, but as +Wyck is such an outrageous flirt I did not take +much notice of it."</p> + +<p>"But they are engaged and going to be +married shortly."</p> + +<p>"Lucky fellow," answered Hal, with a smile.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span>"Infernal, lying scoundrel," added Reg, under +his breath.</p> + +<p>"Miss Harris not in?" asked a rough-looking +fellow, putting his head through the doorway.</p> + +<p>"She'll be back directly," answered Miss +Kelley.</p> + +<p>"Oh, never mind," said the man, disappearing.</p> + +<p>"That's Wyck's old cabby," she said to Hal, +and Reg, excusing himself, got up and went +outside.</p> + +<p>"Is that gentleman your friend?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"An acquaintance," he answered. "But you +and Miss Harris are not friends."</p> + +<p>"I never said so, sir," said she, shortly.</p> + +<p>"No, there's no necessity for that."</p> + +<p>"She's a niece of the proprietor."</p> + +<p>"I see, and has a lot of privileges which the +others don't like."</p> + +<p>"Who told you that?" said the girl, in +surprise, but not denying the truth of the statement.</p> + +<p>"When did you last see Wyck?" continued +Hal.</p> + +<p>"Yesterday afternoon. He came in in a very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> +hurried manner, quite unusual in him, and +called Miss Harris aside and held a long confab +with her. He seemed upset, and so was she, +for she left the bar, crying, and did not come +back till the evening."</p> + +<p>"How long had she known him?"</p> + +<p>"That's the funny part of it. She only met +him three days before. It seems to have been a +regular case of love at first sight. She is a very +proud and haughty girl, especially to strangers. +It was reported once that a private secretary of +the Governor's was going to marry her. Certainly +he used to pay her a lot of attention, but +he married an heiress instead."</p> + +<p>"Did she fret then?"</p> + +<p>"No, she laughed it off and treated it as a +joke."</p> + +<p>"Tell me this before I go. Did Wyck say +anything to her about a telegram when he +called?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I remember he did, for it was sent on +here from the Australian; but why are you so +inquisitive?"</p> + +<p>"You won't mention a word of our conversation +to Miss Harris, but just tell me what size +gloves you take, and how many buttons."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span>"Six-and-a-quarter, twelve buttons."</p> + +<p>"Thanks! good-bye!" and he left her, well-satisfied +with his enquiries.</p> + +<p>"I thought you were never coming," said Reg, +as they met at the door. "Short, thick-set man, +wearing soft felt hat, black coat, riding breeches, +and top-boots; drives a hansom with a smart +grey horse; No. 1246<span class="smcap">A</span>."</p> + +<p>"You could not hear his name, of course?"</p> + +<p>"I heard someone call out, 'Good-day, +Dick,' as he left. What's the next move?"</p> + +<p>"A fashionable one. Where shall we go—Buckley +and Nunn's or Robertson and +Moffat's?"</p> + +<p>"What for—gloves?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, six and a quarter, and twenty buttons."</p> + +<p>"No, surely."</p> + +<p>"Twenty did I say? No, the young lady is +modest. A dozen will satisfy her," said Hal, +leading the way.</p> + +<p>The gloves were bought and posted to Miss +Kelley, and Hal told Reg all about the +courtship.</p> + +<p>"A proud, haughty girl is what he delights +in," said Reg, though he mentally added that his +Amy was not of that character.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>"Our next move is to find out Dick's +character and his habits, for from the way she +referred to him, I fancy Dick is of some material +assistance to him," said Hal, dodging his way +through the crowded thoroughfares. "We'd +better, therefore, find his cab-rank first."</p> + +<p>"Can you tell me—" he enquired of the first +gentleman he met.</p> + +<p>"No, got no time," said the individual addressed, +as he bustled away at the rate of ten +miles an hour.</p> + +<p>"Where are the cab-ranks?" he asked +another.</p> + +<p>"Up there, round the corner," replied this +one, without stopping, and being well out of +range before Hal had understood his reply.</p> + +<p>After trying to extract the information from +about a dozen people, he gave it up, for every +man he spoke to seemed to be in a greater hurry +than his fellows. "One continued rush," said +Hal, "all day long; each trying to out-do the +others in business, but it all ends in the mushroom +style, for they boom up everything to ten +times its value, and when the relapse comes +matters are fifty times worse. That's Melbourne."</p> + +<p>After several unsuccessful attempts to find a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +cab-rank on which was a hansom with a grey +horse, they at last saw one in Swansea Street, +but to their chagrin, before they could get to it, +they saw a hansom with a grey horse and a +driver answering to Dick's description drive +away.</p> + +<p>"That looks like Dick," said Reg, excitedly.</p> + +<p>"Here you are, gintlemen, jump in," said the +driver of a cab, with a strong Irish accent, as he +brought his vehicle to a standstill alongside +them.</p> + +<p>Acting on impulse they jumped in.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X.<br /><br /> + +CABBIES.</h2> + + +<p>Hal and Reg had merely acted on impulse +when they entered the cab. All they wanted +was to get the cab out of the neighbourhood of +the rank. So they ordered the driver to take +them to Hosie's Hotel, in Flinders Street. Going +along, a smart landau passed them, carrying a +young man.</p> + +<p>"Look, Hal," cried Reg, pointing him out. +"There is our friend, the bishop's son. Wonder +whose carriage he is in."</p> + +<p>"Don't know, but it is exactly as I told you. +He'll live for twelve months or more among <i>our</i> +bloated aristocracy, who will feel only too +honoured to have him as their guest."</p> + +<p>"I suppose he has money?"</p> + +<p>"Not necessarily. He can borrow, and they +will be only too glad to lend. As soon as he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> +is tired of one, he can go to another, and so on +until he plays them all out. Finally, he marries +an heiress, and goes home to spend her money +amongst his friends and relations," said the +cynical Hal.</p> + +<p>The cab brought them to the hotel, and, +alighting there, they ordered a boy to the +horse's head, and asked the cabby to join them +in a drink.</p> + +<p>"What's your name, cabby?" asked Hal, as +he handed him a pint of beer.</p> + +<p>"Terence O'Flynn, with the accent on the +'ynn.'"</p> + +<p>"Very nice name, too. Did you notice that cab +with the grey horse drive away as we drove up?"</p> + +<p>"Sure I did, for wasn't he foreninst me?"</p> + +<p>"Do you know the driver's name?"</p> + +<p>"Rather! It's Dick Burton he is, and no +other."</p> + +<p>"Where's he gone to now, Terence?"</p> + +<p>"Sure, and I cannot tell you. He is a lucky +devil is Dick, and always manages to get hold of +a soft line."</p> + +<p>"What do you call a soft line, Terence?"</p> + +<p>"Why, gents like yourselves, with plenty of +brass."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>"I see, and for that reason you want us to take +your cab, eh? You want a soft line, too."</p> + +<p>"Oh! I don't mean it that way. You see, a +soft line is when a fellow pays his cabby a sov., +instead of a bob."</p> + +<p>"But these sort are scarce now, Terence?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know about that. That fellow, Dick, +allus seems to spot 'em. Why look at that chap +Wyck who——"</p> + +<p>"Are you a mate of Dick's?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you see, we go for a booze sometimes +together."</p> + +<p>"Come on! Drive us to Tattersall's stables."</p> + +<p>"Right you are, boss," answered Terence, as +he mounted the box, and cracking his whip, +drove them quickly to the stables.</p> + +<p>"Drive right in, Terence," shouted Hal.</p> + +<p>"Take that horse out and give him a good +feed," said Reg to the groom in charge as they +alighted. "Now come along, Terence."</p> + +<p>But Terence was too amazed to stir. All his +Irish wit had left him, and he did not feel certain +his fare were not softies. He stood with +his hat in one hand and, scratching his head +with the other, gazed blankly at his horse being +led away to the stable.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span>"Come on, Terence," called Hal again; but +Terence did not appear inclined to stir.</p> + +<p>"I'll fix him, Hal," said Reg, going to the +groom and paying for an hour's feed in advance. +This had the desired effect, and Terence followed +them without a word, but his perplexed thoughts +ran thus:</p> + +<p>"Now be jabers, by ould Oireland, here's a +couple of queer coves. What the divil are they +up to at all, at all? Maybe it's information +they'll be wanting about Dick. Terence O'Flynn +mind what you're up to—that's what Biddy, the +darlint, would say if she were here, and by jabers +I'll take her advice."</p> + +<p>Hal and Reg in the meantime walked to the +Palace, and calling Terence in, took the lift to +the fifth floor, and went to their room.</p> + +<p>"Sit down, Terence," said Reg, pushing a chair +forward.</p> + +<p>"You mean straight, gentlemen, I hope, 'cos +I have a big family, and sure they'll all be kilt +intirely should anything happen to me."</p> + +<p>"Terence O'Flynn, we—"</p> + +<p>"Begging your honours' pardon, the accent's +on the—"</p> + +<p>"Never mind the accent now, Terence. We<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> +mean business. We want you to tell us all you +know about Wyck and his cabby, Dick Burton. +If you can give us any particulars that will +assist us, we will pay for the information," said +Hal, producing two or three sovereigns and jingling +them together.</p> + +<p>As soon as Terence saw the sovereigns all his +Irish avarice was roused.</p> + +<p>"You want information," asked he.</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's what we want, Terence," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Well then, how much are ye prepared to +pay for it, for I may say the information I can +give is the rarest quality to be had anywhere at +double the price."</p> + +<p>"That's your game, is it, my boy," said Hal, +rising. "Now I'll pay you what I think fit, and +you'll take it and be satisfied, and no hanky +panky."</p> + +<p>"Oh, beg pardon, your honour. I did not +mean—"</p> + +<p>"Never mind what you mean. Understand +what I mean. In the first place you will have to +swear secrecy."</p> + +<p>"What's that: must I join a secret society? +Oh, no, I'd die first, for what would Biddy and +Father Doolan say?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span>"I only want you to promise not to repeat +anything you hear, nor anything that takes place +in this room."</p> + +<p>"I'll swear to that all right, your honour."</p> + +<p>"Good. Now then kiss that pistol," said +Hal, producing a small Derringer from his +pocket.</p> + +<p>"Kiss that craythure! Why it's a gun, and may +be loaded. It may kill me. Oh, Biddy, Biddy, +your darlint is going to be kilt entoirely! I +can see your game. You are going to kill +me and make me swear to say nothing about +it."</p> + +<p>"I'll hold the barrel towards me. You kiss +the stock," said Hal, laughing.</p> + +<p>"Well hold it tight, your honour, for if it +goes off it might kick me with its rump."</p> + +<p>"D—n you block-headed Irishman," said Hal, +losing his temper.</p> + +<p>"I'll kiss it; I'll kiss it; and if it do kick I'll +open my mouth."</p> + +<p>"Say after me then—I swear to keep this +meeting secret."</p> + +<p>"I won't, I won't; for I'll have to confess to +Father Doolan. Oh, Biddy, Biddy, your darlint +is amongst burglars!"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>"Now then, Terence O'Flynn, with the accent +on the 'ynn,' you are a silly fool, but you have +sworn to keep secret all that passes here, and to +assist us, for which we will pay you—"</p> + +<p>"Barring Father—"</p> + +<p>"Shut up. Wait till I've finished. When +did you first see this Wyck, whom you called a +soft line?"</p> + +<p>"The first time I saw him was the second cos +I only had a back view first. It was one morning +just as I drove to the stand, about ten o'clock. +I was in my cab, and Dick Burton was just foreninst +of me. I twigged a fellow coming along +who looked like a swell looking out for a cab, +so I drove up to him before Dick could, but by +jabers if he did not pass me right by and +beckon to Dick. That was Wyck. I was a bit +cross all day, and when I saw Dick in the +evening I asked him who he was. 'He's my +property,' says he. 'He's a good un, and allus +pays in gold.' Dick drove him about for several +days, and last night he comes to me in great +excitement. 'Terence,' says he, 'we'll go on +the booze.' 'All right,' says I; and we had a +regular good booze, we had. Bill was regular +screwed, and he told me his pigeon had gone<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> +away and left him. He's gone to the "toight +little island." That's what we call Tasmania, +sir; and that's all I know, so help me."</p> + +<p>"Where did Wyck live?"</p> + +<p>"At the Gaiety. He was a bit sweet on a +gal there. Lord, he was a lady's man, he was. +Always had them out driving."</p> + +<p>"What sort of a man is Dick Burton?" asked +Reg, now speaking for the first time.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, I don't like to say bad of any +man if I could say good, but Dick Burton is a +bad egg, sir."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean by a bad egg?"</p> + +<p>"Well, as I said before, I don't—"</p> + +<p>"Yes, we know all that."</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, I don't like to say bad, I don't; +but Dick ain't to be trusted. He's been mixed +up in several dirty jobs."</p> + +<p>"That will do now, Terence. If you are careful +and mind what you are about, you will have +a soft line. Your address is you say 470, Lonsdale +Street, West, so we know where to find +you. Here are a couple of sovereigns, and you +are to keep a sharp look out on Dick for us. +Remember this," and he touched the revolver. +"Good-day. There's the lift."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span>"No, your honour, thank you. I've not got half-an-hour +to waste; I'd rather go down the steps, +that'll only take five minutes," with that Terence +disappeared.</p> + +<p>"We must enquire about Tasmania at once, +Hal," said Reg.</p> + +<p>On enquiry they found that there was no boat +leaving for Tasmania for several days, so they +decided to spend the time in looking round to +see if they could come across Dick Burton and +his grey horse.</p> + +<p>They went off to the usual stand, but neither +Terence nor Dick was there, but turning, they +found themselves in luck's way for once, for they +met the identical cab driving towards them. +They hailed him, and directed him to drive to +Cumberland Hotel, Fitzroy.</p> + +<p>Arriving there they engaged a private parlour, +found up a boy to hold the horse, and invited +Dick in. The man's face and manner marked +him as all Terence described.</p> + +<p>"What's the game, gents?" said he, "something +good on?"</p> + +<p>"I can't say there is anything particular on, +but you shall be well paid for your time, and will +not be a loser," answered Hal.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>"Quite right, gentlemen, but you ain't the sort +to bring fellows like me here for nothing, so +again I asks, what's your game?" and Dick +smiled benignly at them, and noisily expectorated +into the fire-place.</p> + +<p>"You know a gentleman named Wyckliffe, +I believe?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, he does me the honour to ride in my +cab."</p> + +<p>"He's a friend of ours," continued Hal, "and +to tell you the truth, he is going it a bit strong; +in fact, too strong for his income to stand it."</p> + +<p>"Never did it with me, sir. Fact was, he was +rather mean, and often barneyed over a few bob. +I was jolly glad when he cleared, for he began +to be too familiar-like, and I don't like chaps +who run up a score with a cabby. He owes me +twenty quid now. Of course, I reckon he'll pay +it, for he told me he was a bit stiff, but that his +friends would settle up, so if you'll kindly hand +over twenty sovs, I'll give yer a receipt," said +Dick, quite unconcerned.</p> + +<p>Hal and Reg were as much surprised at Dick's +news, as at his manner of imparting it.</p> + +<p>"My time's money, so if you want to part up, +I'll tell you what I'll do. I ain' a hard one to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +chaps stuck. Give me a tenner, and we'll cry +quits."</p> + +<p>"Where's Wyck now?" asked Hal, sharply, +looking Dick straight in the face, a gaze he did +not approve of.</p> + +<p>"He ain't far away, quite close handy; but +what do you want to know for?" asked Dick, +in return, on the aggressive.</p> + +<p>"Merely wished to look him up," said Hal.</p> + +<p>"Oh! well, that alters the case. I thought +you was after him to do him an injury and, as +he has been a good friend to me, I'll stick to +him. I'll tell yer what I'll do, gents. I'm a +bit short, and will run the risk of offending +him, but if you plank down a fiver, I'll +guarantee to bring him here to-night."</p> + +<p>"How can you do that, when he's in Tasmania?" +said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Who told you he'd gone there? Well, +well; they was getting at yer. He's not in +Tasmania," answered Dick, putting on an innocent +air. But finding he had given himself +away, he began to get into a rage.</p> + +<p>"We'll have another drink, and bring this +interview to a close. You can drive us back +to Collins Street, Dick."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span>Dick obeyed in a surly way, and when they +pulled up at the Palace, Hal asked him the +damage.</p> + +<p>"A sov.—and no humbug," was the reply.</p> + +<p>"Your fare is two shillings," said Hal.</p> + +<p>"It's a sov. or a summons, so please yourself," +retorted Dick.</p> + +<p>"I'll pay it you, but it's a swindle, and you +know it, but, mark my words, Dick, when +swindlers swindle people, then it is time for +people to swindle swindlers," said Hal, handing +him the money.</p> + +<p>"Oh, go to the d—," said Dick, shortly, and +whipping up his horse, drove rapidly away. +Terence appeared then on the scene, and received +the order to follow him and report.</p> + +<p>"Come up as far as Menzie's Hotel, Reg," +said Hal. "I have a little bit of business to do +there."</p> + +<p>Off they go, but Reg is puzzled to find out +what the business is, for all Hal does is to call +for drinks, take a sheet of paper from the rack, +and scribble a few words, put it in an envelope, +and leave again.</p> + +<p>Back in their room at the Palace, Hal +explains the purpose of his visit to Menzie's.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>"It was this address I wanted," said he, producing +a couple of sheets of paper having the +name of the hotel stamped on them. "These +are for our friend, Dick. I intend to swindle +the swindler," he added, as he handed Reg the +letter he had written, as follows:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"Dear Dick Burton,</p> + + +<p>"A chum of mine recommends you as +being the very man I want to assist me in a little +bit of fun. Meet me at Pier Hotel, St. Kilda, on +Tuesday, at 10.45, and bring a good horse. +There's a lady in it.</p> + + +<div class="center">"Yours, etc.,<br /></div> +<div class="author">"<span class="smcap">Watson</span>.<br /></div> + + +<p>"P.S.—Enquire for letter of instruction at +the bar." +</p></div> + +<p>"That's for Dick at this end. Now for +another at the other end," and he sat down and +wrote:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="right">"Melbourne.<br /></div> +<p>"<span class="smcap">My Dear Richard</span>,</p> + + +<p>"I am very much obliged by your coming. +Did you ever hear of a case in which a swind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span>ler +was swindled? This is one. Remember +honesty is the best policy.</p> + + +<div class="center">"Yours etc.,<br /></div> +<div class="right">"<span class="smcap">Watson</span>."<br /></div> +</div> + +<p>"The first I will post to-night, and the second +I will leave at the hotel to be called for."</p> + +<p>About eight o'clock Terence turned up, and +reported having shadowed Dick first to the +Telegraph office, then to the Gaiety, and out to +the Cumberland, before he came back to the +stand. This seemed satisfactory news to the +boys, and they again tipped Terence, and after +giving him a few further instructions, let him go.</p> + +<p>"Now for Tasmania," said Hal.</p> + +<p>They found the <i>Pateena</i> was advertised to +leave at noon for Launceston, and were successful +in securing a couple of good berths. In the +midst of their packing the following morning, +it flashed upon Hal that he had made no arrangements +whereby Terence could communicate with +them, so they walked towards his stand, but +finding both Dick and Terence there, they passed +on. As a young urchin calling out "Monthly +Guide" passed by them, Reg stopped him, and +told him to follow them to the hotel.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>"I'm fly, governor; go ahead," he said.</p> + +<p>Shortly after the youngster joined them, and +Hal gave him a note for Terence, instructing +him where to write.</p> + +<p>"Take this," he said, "to the second cab on +the stand, with the black horse, No. 1974, and +here's a shilling for you."</p> + +<p>"Eight you are, boss; but I suppose yer +going to shout."</p> + +<p>"Certainly, what will you have—lemonade, +ginger-pop?—"</p> + +<p>"Go along with yer. A glass of beer, and +not too much froth on it is my style. Ginger-pop, +indeed! Do you take me for a temperance +lecturer? Here's to yer, governor. I'll fix +yer note for yer: never fear. Good-day."</p> + +<p>"Now we can catch the boat nicely, Reg," +said Hal, when they had done laughing over +this depraved juvenile.</p> + +<p>"I say," said Reg. "Did it strike you that +Wyck might have crossed in the same boat? +We may be able to pick up something from +some of the officers. I suppose we are free from +the 'lords in disguise' business this time?"</p> + +<p>"We can feel safe on that score. The Tasmanians +are too slow to trouble about us; and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> +not only that, but it might be dangerous to +mention it."</p> + +<p>"Why?"</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you later on."</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI.<br /><br /> + +LAUNCESTON.</h2> + + +<p>"What time do you expect to make Launceston, +Mr. Wilson?" asked Hal, of the chief +officer of the <i>Pateena</i> during his watch.</p> + +<p>"At mid-day, all being well, sir."</p> + +<p>"Do you remember having a passenger +named Wyckliffe, on board during your last trip +across?"</p> + +<p>"Wyckliffe, or Wyck, as they called him—rather, +do I not?—the funniest thing I ever +saw"—here Wilson fairly roared at the recollection +of the incident. This interested the +boys, and they begged Wilson to tell them +the joke.</p> + +<p>"There was a lady in it, I bet," said Hal.</p> + +<p>"You are right; there was. It was like +this. We had a pretty big passenger list, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +amongst them was a Mr. Goodchild and his +daughter—but perhaps you know them?"</p> + +<p>On being assured the contrary, he continued:</p> + +<p>"This Goodchild is a very wealthy squatter, +and lives about twenty miles from Launceston. +He made his money in the early days: how +I don't know, but he had something to do +with convicts. At any rate, he's very rich, +and owns a lot of country. His only daughter, +May, is a girl of twenty-one, with +about as pretty a face as one can see in a +day's march. Goody—as we call him behind +his back—adores this girl. She is everything to +him, and he lives for her; he jealously watches +her and wards off every man who comes near +her. He once nearly snapped <i>my</i> head off for +bringing her a chair. She is a good girl and +tries her best to please and humour him in +every way, taking very little notice of anybody +else. This Wyckliffe seemed to have no difficulty +in making himself popular with the ladies, +and began to pay special attention to Miss +Goody. Old Goody noticed this, and twice +carried his daughter away from him. Tea being +over, old Goody had stayed below to finish one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +of his yarns, and did not notice his daughter +had left the saloon. Coming to an interesting +episode, he happened to look round, and missed +his daughter. That yarn was never finished, for +he rushed on deck, and sure enough found those +two promenading arm in arm. He tore the girl +away, and carried her below, shouting out to +Wyck: 'I'll come back and deal with you +directly, you infernal scoundrel. You reprobate, +etc., etc.' 'A nice evening, Mr. Goodchild,' +answered Wyck, as cool as possible, 'I'm sorry +you are cross.' Well, old Goody kept his +daughter down below, and wandered about himself +in a frenzied condition. My watch was +up at twelve, and we had a whiskey together +before turning in. About four bells I heard a +tremendous row; jumped out of my bunk, and +ran up on deck, and the sight that met my eyes +nearly killed me with laughter. It appeared +that both Miss Goody and Wyck had made the +acquaintance of an engaged couple who spent +the whole voyage in spooning. They did +not like to go on deck by themselves at +such an early hour, and so had arranged that +Wyck and Miss Goody should join them. This +plan was carried out, and all four were having a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +jolly time when old Goody, unable to sleep, +came on deck for a little fresh air, and was in +the midst of them before they guessed their +danger. Then the fun commenced. Wyck +pushed Miss Goody on one side, and the old +chap, with a war-whoop, made for him, but came +seriously to grief by catching his foot in one of +the hawsers; and, falling on his stomach, lay +there yelling 'Murder!' Both Wyck and his +daughter tried to help him up, but when he +found who it was, he chased him round the +deck. The noise was terrifying, and the picture +the ship presented was intensely amusing. Ladies +and children in their night-gear, gentlemen in +pyjamas, all had rushed up in their excitement, +feeling sure the ship was wrecked and, seeing +Goody racing about, forgot all about their appearance, +and enjoyed the fun. Suddenly an +old maid appeared in her dressing-gown and, +catching sight of her niece in worse than +<i>deshabille</i>, shouted out, 'Maria, come here, you +disgraceful creature. You ought to be ashamed +of yourself.' That was the signal for them all +to realise their position, and it was a case of +'rats to their holes.' In two minutes the deck +was clear. It was the joke of the voyage, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +did not end there, for when old Goody, looking +very cross, accompanied his daughter to breakfast +next day, he took care to seat her and himself +in two vacant chairs which were occupied on +either side. Goody had an excellent appetite, +and did full justice to the good things provided, +but he was so fully engaged that he +did not notice that the young man on his +daughter's right, had slipped away to another +seat. Wyck came down and seeing the vacant +chair, took possession of it, much to the amusement +of all around. While old Goody was +engaged in devouring a large helping of curry, +and was in the act of raising his cup to wash +down an extra large mouthful, he suddenly caught +sight of Wyck talking to his daughter. His +amazement, his rage and his greediness acting +altogether at the same moment, brought about a +calamity. He tried to swallow his food; he tried +to put down his cup; he tried to swear and he +tried to catch hold of Wyck all at once, and the +result was disaster. The curry stuck in his throat, +the coffee spilt all down his shirt-front, and in the +struggle his chair gave way beneath him and he +was landed on the floor with half the table on +the top of him. There he lay sputtering, kick<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>ing +and swearing, and the shrieks of laughter +from the other passengers were almost deafening; +in fact so great was the noise that the +steerage passengers and crew came bolting to +the cabin. Goody was borne off to his cabin, and +he kept his daughter by him until we were at +the wharf. We all supposed that Wyck was a +lover of hers, but since then I have heard he +met her here for the first time. But there goes +the breakfast bell, and you had better secure +your chairs," said he, abruptly, and as the captain +came on deck he hustled the two from the +bridge.</p> + +<p>When Wilson's watch was up, he again came +aft to his two friends, and suggested they should +go with him to the fore-cabin where they could +see some fun, as there were a great number of +miners making for Tasmania at that time, and +the boat was crowded with them. Although +only allowed to carry sixty, nearly double that +number was on board and, in consequence, some +little trouble was experienced in serving their +meals.</p> + +<p>"Now watch the fun," said Wilson, as two +dirty-looking stewards came from the galley, +each carrying two large tin dishes smoking from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> +the fire. One contained chops, the other boiled +potatoes. These they placed on a table, and the +whole of the miners rushed and scrambled for +them.</p> + +<p>From the seething mass of human beings +one would emerge with a chop in one hand, +and a potato in the other, and race away to a +quiet corner to enjoy them. It looked like a +huge monkey-cage at feeding-time.</p> + +<p>After this sensation, Reg and Hal promenaded +the deck, smoking and chatting.</p> + +<p>"Why did you say it was dangerous to mention +lords in disguise here?" said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'll tell you," said Hal. "You see, last +year Tasmania was very short of visitors. Now, +there was a barber in Sydney whose business was +bad, so he decided to boom Tasmania. He assumed +the name of a bogus viscount and, leaving +his wife and children behind, went for a holiday +with a young lady of the theatre. Of course, the +good news that a viscount and viscountess were +on their way to Tasmania soon spread, and great +preparations were made for their arrival. They +were invited everywhere to all the aristocratic +places, and were made no end of. Well, to make +a long story short, the game was exposed by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +means of the deserted wife applying for maintenance. +The barber is now in gaol."</p> + +<p>"But surely his manners must have shewn +him up?"</p> + +<p>"I'll give you, in answer, the opinion of an +old resident who met them. He said he and +his missus liked that viscount because he put +on no side, and talked and laughed in such a +way that they felt quite at home with him. I +must add that this gentleman was absent for +a trip when the trial was on."</p> + +<p>The boat was now coming alongside the Pier +at Launceston, the pretty little capital of Northern +Tasmania, nestling cosily at the foot of its +surrounding hills. Landing, they went at once +to the Brisbane Hotel.</p> + +<p>"Launceston is small in comparison with +Melbourne," said Hal, "and, being only twenty +hours' distance by steamer, it naturally endeavours +to copy her in many ways: certainly the +business people have a touch of Melbourne in +their ways, and they are as proud of their +muddy little river, as Adelaide is of her +lake."</p> + +<p>They both lost no time in proceeding on the +war-path, and immediately commenced on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> +hotels which kept saloons. The number was +not large, but to their surprise they could not +find the slightest trace of Wyck.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he is going for higher game," said +Reg, as they walked down Brisbane Street, +struck, as every visitor is, with the overwhelming +extent to which female beauty was represented +there.</p> + +<p>"He is probably still devoting himself to Miss +Goodchild, but I do not think he would have +much chance, as her father would not let him +come near the place."</p> + +<p>"My dear fellow," answered Reg, sadly, +"Whyte forbade Amy to see him, and yet she +went."</p> + +<p>As they continued their walk, Hal made the +following comments, as was his wont:</p> + +<p>"Tasmanian people are decidedly slow. They do +not care to hurry and bustle about, but take their +own time. Launceston has a great deal of the +leisurely element, but so many Victorians have +gone over there to settle that the older residents +have had to enliven themselves a bit. Launceston +and Hobart are as jealous of each other, if not +more so, than Melbourne and Sydney. Launceston +is the best business town, so many mines having<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> +been opened up on the North-West coast, but +their sore point is their mud-hole, the Tamar; +while Hobart has one of the finest harbours in +the world. Launceston people repudiate their +connection with 'that old convict settlement' +and claim to rightly belong to Melbourne."</p> + +<p>At dinner they made acquaintance with a +young fellow named McKintosh, who had been +a passenger on the boat with Wyck, so they +carried him off to the smoking-room for a jaw.</p> + +<p>McKintosh verified the first mate's account +of the <i>contretemps</i> on board, and remarked that +the strangest feature about it was the girl's +infatuation.</p> + +<p>"Do you know them at all?" asked Hal, puffing +vigorously at his cigar.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I have known the old man for some +years, as I am a frequent visitor here. I met +him in town to-day, and I have never seen a +man so changed in so short a time. He seems +completely upset. I should advise Wyck to +keep out of his way, for if he meets him there +will be bloodshed."</p> + +<p>"Did you see anything of Wyck after +landing?"</p> + +<p>"Once I saw him in the street, but I don't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +know where he is staying. Do you know +him?"</p> + +<p>"I met him in England," answered Reg, +quietly.</p> + +<p>"He's the funniest chap I ever saw," continued +McKintosh. "He shared my cabin, and +just before landing I went down to pack. I had +tennis shoes on, and I came upon him unawares, +and he seemed a bit flurried."</p> + +<p>"What was he doing then?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know, exactly, but he seemed to be +whittling a stick—a black stick with a lot of +notches in it."</p> + +<p>"My God!" said Reg, startled out of his +reserve.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" said McKintosh.</p> + +<p>"Nothing," answered Reg, as, excusing himself, +he left the room.</p> + +<p>"He's subject to sudden attacks like that. +Don't mind them," said Hal to McKintosh, in a +casual way; and, bidding him good-night, left +the room.</p> + +<p>When he joined Reg in the room they shared, +he was taken aback at what he saw. Reg was +polishing his die with a chamois leather, +and his face wore an expression of sternness.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span>"Hal, old chap. We must get this in use at +once."</p> + +<p>"My dear boy, we cannot go faster than we +are going. We have not lost an instant up till +now."</p> + +<p>"Where does this Goodchild live?"</p> + +<p>"His place is ten miles from here, on the +North-Western line. He has a private siding +called Lewisham."</p> + +<p>"One of us had better go and see him. How +do the trains run? Where's the guide?"</p> + +<p>"Here you are. The first train leaves at +8.10. I think I had better go, and leave you +to get our things packed and square up, in case +I send you a wire."</p> + +<p>"Yes, all right. I should like to sympathize +with him, but I may get another chance. This +is the only thing that gives me relief," added +Reg, holding up his die, "when I think that +some day it will be used for the purpose that I +had it made for."</p> + +<p>"Let's hope so, old chap. But now to bed."</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII.<br /><br /> + +GOODCHILD'S.</h2> + + +<p>The North-Western express pulled up for a +few moments at the Lewisham siding, and Hal +alighted with a "Thank you, sir; that's the +house, over there," from the guard; and the +train proceeded on its way.</p> + +<p>The house referred to was a mansion in size. +It was surrounded by beautiful trees, and stood +in well-kept grounds, in the midst of which a +lake could be discerned glistening in the sun. +The country round was the pick of the land, for +Goodchild's father had taken it up in the early +days, when every pound in cash that a man +could show entitled him to an acre of land. No +check being put on this rough-and-ready mode +of procedure, the sovereign was frequently +passed on to a friend to show, who would secure +another portion and hand over the title to his +principal, receiving something for his trouble.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> +Most of the rich estates in Tasmania were +originally obtained in this manner. Hal walked +along the path leading to the house, lost in +admiration of its beautiful, natural surroundings. +His arrival was apparently noted, for an elderly +man came out to meet him.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Goodchild, I believe?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's my name," and he gave his visitor +a close scrutiny, wondering what his errand could +be.</p> + +<p>"My name is Winter, sir, and I have called +for the purpose of having some conversation +with you."</p> + +<p>"What is your business, sir?"</p> + +<p>"If we could go inside we could talk it over."</p> + +<p>"Are you a book-traveller, or anything of that +kind?" asked he, snappishly, "for if you are I +cannot see you."</p> + +<p>"No, sir, I am not. I have called on business +too important to be discussed out here."</p> + +<p>"Then you had better come inside and tell +it," he answered, leading the way into the +house.</p> + +<p>"I called to see you about that fellow +Wyckliffe," said Hal, as he sat down in the +library.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span>"What about him? Are you a friend of his?" +snarled the old man.</p> + +<p>"No, I am not; and that is my reason for +calling on you."</p> + +<p>"Curse him, I say. Curse him," added the +old man, emphatically.</p> + +<p>"You're not the first who has had cause to do +that," said Hal, solemnly, wishing to gain his +host's confidence.</p> + +<p>"Do you know him then?"</p> + +<p>"By reputation, yes; otherwise, no."</p> + +<p>"Then why do you call on me?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Goodchild, my errand may seem a +strange one, but I have had a detailed account +given me of his blackguardly behaviour to you +and your daughter."</p> + +<p>"But what has that to do with you?" he asked, +excitedly.</p> + +<p>"Stay, Mr. Goodchild. I will tell you all. +My friend Morris and I are on his tracks to +revenge a cruel wrong he did." And Hal thereupon +told him the whole story from the beginning. +"Now, sir, I come to offer you my +assistance to shew him to your daughter in his +true light."</p> + +<p>"But she's gone," he burst out.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>"Where?" cried Hal, "not with him?"</p> + +<p>"God knows, I don't," and the poor old +fellow hid his face in his hands, and sobbed.</p> + +<p>"You must tell me all, sir. Tell me all: +there is no time to be lost," said Hal, excitedly.</p> + +<p>"There's not much to tell, sir. He will be +able to add another notch to his stick, for he has +literally broken my heart. I never have discussed +my private affairs with anyone, sir, but I will +tell you my story, for I feel you are to be trusted.</p> + +<p>"She is my only child. I loved her mother +dearly for sixteen years, and all that time it was +our great sorrow that we were childless, and I fervently +thanked God on the day she told me our +hopes were to be realized. Had I known the +trouble that child was to cost me, I would have +been less fervent. A little girl was born to us, +and a week later she was motherless."</p> + +<p>"Go on," said Hal, encouragingly, as Goody +stopped and hesitated.</p> + +<p>"Well, it took me a long time to console +myself with a little bundle of flesh like that. +But as she grew up I found all my love returning, +and then I had only one thing to live for—my +daughter May. I loved her with a jealous<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +love, and I guarded and watched over her as one +might a precious jewel. She has had the best +teachers. She can ride, drive, play on half-a-dozen +instruments. Our one great joy and happiness +was to be together, and I dreaded the day +when her hand would be asked in marriage. We +had never been separated, and when we started +on our return journey from Melbourne, where +we had been on a visit, I little thought what +was before me." Here the heart-broken old +man again broke down.</p> + +<p>"Come, come, bear up, sir. Don't give way," +said Hal, comforting him.</p> + +<p>"My dear lad. I am a rich man, and would +willingly lay down twenty thousand pounds to +have my girl back in her old place beside me."</p> + +<p>"And so you shall, sir," said Hal, reassuringly.</p> + +<p>"How?" asked he.</p> + +<p>"First tell me all that occurred after your +arrival."</p> + +<p>"Well I took good care that that scoundrel +should not see her again after breakfast, and +when we got ashore we drove in a closed carriage +to the station, and came on here."</p> + +<p>"Well, what then?"</p> + +<p>"She became very sulky, would not talk, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> +shut herself up; neglected her pets, and all her +favourite occupations; avoided me as much as +she could. I tried to coax her. I tried everything +I knew, but to no avail. She seemed to +have forgotten me, and to think of no one but +that fellow, and I have since found out that he +followed her here and twice met her clandestinely."</p> + +<p>"I can quite understand that. It's his infernal +mesmeric business."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I guessed things were not all straight, +but I was completely powerless, and yesterday +she had a letter from him, from Hobart."</p> + +<p>"Hobart! How did you know it was from +him?" asked Hal, with excitement.</p> + +<p>"She told me so, and she said she was going +to meet him."</p> + +<p>"What did you say?"</p> + +<p>"What could I? When I offered to go with +her, she told me straight out, in a manner she +had never used to me before, that she was +going alone. At that I lost my temper, and +I said—go. And she left by last night's express."</p> + +<p>"Do you know what time the next train +passes?" asked Hal.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span>"Yes, there will be one in half-an-hour. +Why?"</p> + +<p>"Never mind why, but get a few things +together, and be ready to go by it."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"I mean that if your daughter sees him, it +will be too late."</p> + +<p>"I understand," he said, and lost no time +in doing as he was bidden.</p> + +<p>The private signal was hoisted at the +siding, and the train stopping, they both got +in. As it passed the next station Hal +threw out a note, with half-a-crown wrapped +inside it, asking the station-master to forward +a telegram to Reg to meet them at Launceston +station.</p> + +<p>"This is my friend Morris, Mr. Goodchild," +said Hal, introducing Reg, whom they found +waiting for them; and ten minutes later, by +special arrangement with his highness the +guard, the three had a first-class compartment +in the Hobart express all to themselves. By the +time Hobart was reached, all three thoroughly +understood each other.</p> + +<p>"Really, gentlemen, I don't know how to +thank you for the trouble you are taking; cer<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span>tainly +I am rich, and I shall be most happy to +place my purse at your disposal."</p> + +<p>"We appreciate your offer, sir, but we have +enough to go on with," said Hal.</p> + +<p>"And as for the rest," chimed in Reg, "we are +just as anxious to get hold of Wyck as you are, sir."</p> + +<p>"Gentlemen, I am an old man, but should +harm have come to my——"</p> + +<p>"Come, come, sir, don't look at it like that," +said Hal, making light of it, for he could plainly +see that the old gentleman was working himself +up to a highly-excitable state.</p> + +<p>"Here we are," said Reg, taking his cue from +Hal. "By Jove, what a glorious place; what +magnificent scenery; well may Tasmanians be +proud of it!"</p> + +<p>"Where do you stay when in Hobart?" asked +Hal of the old man.</p> + +<p>"At 'Eastella.' The proprietress, Mrs. Eastwood, +is an old friend of mine."</p> + +<p>"If you will be guided by us, sir, you will stay +at the 'Orient' with us."</p> + +<p>"I am entirely in your hands, gentlemen."</p> + +<p>Hobart is known as "Sleepy Hollow." The +train was slow, the porters leisurely, the cab-horses +comatose, and it was only after con<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span>siderable +delay that they arrived at the "Orient" +and took their rooms.</p> + +<p>"Excuse us for a moment," said Hal, leading +Reg away. "I am going to Eastella to enquire. +The girl may be there, and so may he. +I may book a room for a week. In the meantime, +keep an eye on Goody, and don't go out +until I return and let you know the result," he +said, when Goody was out of earshot.</p> + +<p>Reg assented, and returned to his companion. +Hal had no difficulty in finding his way to +Eastella, and, noting it was a first-class place, +he sent in his card, with the intimation that he +wished to see the proprietress. A few minutes +later he was ushered into a snug little office, and +found himself face to face with a pleasant-featured, +homely lady of some fifty summers, +seated at a desk heaped up with papers.</p> + +<p>"You wanted to see me, Mr. Winter?" she +enquired, rising and greeting him.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mrs. Eastwood, I want to stay here +for a week."</p> + +<p>"Certainly; that will cost you three guineas," +she said, making out a receipt.</p> + +<p>Hal paid the bill, with a mental tribute of +admiration of her business-like ways.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>"Have you a Miss Goodchild staying here?" +he asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes; why do you ask?"</p> + +<p>"Have you a Mr. Wyckliffe?"</p> + +<p>"No, he's not here at present. I expect +him back in a day or two," she answered, +wonderingly.</p> + +<p>"Then they have not met?" said Hal, in +some excitement.</p> + +<p>"No, of course not; but who are you? I +hope you are not an enquiry agent, for if you +are—"</p> + +<p>"No, no, madam! but you cannot think what +a relief to me your answer was."</p> + +<p>"Will you kindly explain?" said she, looking +at him curiously.</p> + +<p>"You know that Miss Goodchild has left her +home and father, to meet him here?"</p> + +<p>"No, I do not; although she's certainly not +herself. But who are you?"</p> + +<p>"My dear madam, forgive my haste; but I +will explain everything to you later. I must +run off now to tell Mr. Goodchild the good +news."</p> + +<p>"Why, where's Mr. Goodchild?"</p> + +<p>"Staying at the 'Orient,' by my advice. But<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> +now, one more question, madam—Do you know +where Wyckliffe is now?"</p> + +<p>"He's yachting off Port Arthur. I sent a +telegram on to him to-day, which had been +waiting here for him for two days." Here, the +entrance of a maid-servant for instructions, gave +Hal the opportunity of leaving; and, taking a +cab, he was soon back at the "Orient."</p> + +<p>"It's all right, Reg," he shouted. "Where's +Goody?"</p> + +<p>"He's in the drawing-room, pacing it like a +wild beast in a cage."</p> + +<p>"Good news, Mr. Goodchild. They have not +met yet," said Hal, shaking him by the hand.</p> + +<p>"Thank God!" said the old man, fervently, +and the relief was so great, that he sank on his +knees by the sofa.</p> + +<p>Hal and Reg left the room: the old man's +thankfulness was too sacred to be overlooked.</p> + +<p>"Have you found him?" asked Reg.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he's at Port Arthur."</p> + +<p>"Where's that?"</p> + +<p>"It's the old convict settlement, about forty +miles from here."</p> + +<p>"How do you get to it—by rail?"</p> + +<p>"No, we must go by boat. If you'll look after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> +Goody, I'll run down to the wharf and make +arrangements."</p> + +<p>"Hal, old boy, where should I be without +you?" said Reg, turning a face full of gratitude +on his friend.</p> + +<p>"Nonsense. We must lose no time," and +he hurriedly left in the direction of the harbour. +Alongside Elizabeth Pier he found a small steam-boat +and, as smoke was coming from her, he concluded +she was in use.</p> + +<p>"Ship ahoy, there!" he sung out.</p> + +<p>"What's up, boss?" said a young fellow, +putting his head through the hatchway.</p> + +<p>"Is the skipper aboard?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, he's for'ard in his cabin. He's gone +to bed."</p> + +<p>"Are you there, skipper," said Hal, knocking +at the door of a small cabin.</p> + +<p>"Hallo, there; what's the matter?" shouted +a voice from the inside, and presently the door +opened and a head was thrust out.</p> + +<p>"Can you take us to Port Arthur, to-night?"</p> + +<p>"What?"</p> + +<p>"Can you take us to Port Arthur, to-night?"</p> + +<p>"No, I'll be hanged if I can."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>"That's all right then. Sorry I disturbed +you," said Hal, walking away.</p> + +<p>"Hold hard, boss. Don't be in such a +blooming hurry," called out the skipper, appearing +on the deck, buttoning up his garments.</p> + +<p>"Now then, what's it you want?"</p> + +<p>"I want to go to Port Arthur, to-night."</p> + +<p>"Impossible, why it's ten o'clock now."</p> + +<p>"Well, I want to start at once."</p> + +<p>"Won't Norfolk Bay do you? It's only eight +miles away: just a nice walk."</p> + +<p>"Why Norfolk Bay?"</p> + +<p>"Why, because Port Arthur lies outside, and +to go there you have to face open sea, and it +looks like blowing a bit. While if you go +to Norfolk Bay, you are under shelter."</p> + +<p>"I see; the boat is hardly big enough for the +open sea."</p> + +<p>"What! this boat! Go along with yer. I'd +cross the Atlantic in her. She'd face—"</p> + +<p>"All right. Eight miles is not much of a +walk. Can you start at twelve sharp? And if +a fiver will squeeze matters so that we can +return to-morrow—"</p> + +<p>"That'll do, sir. Twelve sharp it is. Now +then boy, fire up like—"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span>"What's the name of your boat?" asked +Hal.</p> + +<p>"<i>Tarantula.</i>"</p> + +<p>"And her Captain?"</p> + +<p>"Captain John White, R.N."</p> + +<p>Having made all arrangements, Hal returned +to the hotel, where he found Goody quieted down +and in quite an amiable mood, ready to cry for +joy when Hal told him he was sure he would +be able to take his daughter back with him. +He bade Reg be ready by twelve sharp.</p> + +<p>"Twelve sharp it is, my boy," said Reg. "And +I hope I shall have a chance of handling this +toy"—and he touched the morocco case which +held the die.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII.<br /><br /> + +PORT ARTHUR.</h2> + + +<p>"Good-bye, Mr. Goodchild. Be sure and carry +out our instructions and, above all things, wire +if you hear anything of Wyckliffe," said Hal, as +he and Reg stepped on board the little steamer.</p> + +<p>"You can depend on me, gentlemen. Good-bye, +and God bless you," answered he from the +pier.</p> + +<p>"Now then, skipper, full speed ahead."</p> + +<p>"Ay, ay, sir. Let her go, boy."</p> + +<p>Once more the boys were on the deep. As +the little boat steamed ahead, increasing the +distance between them and the pier, they +watched the figure of Goody standing by the +gas-lamp. He had resisted all their endeavours +to make him go to bed, and insisted on coming +down to the pier to see them off.</p> + +<p>"What time do you reckon to get there,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span> +skipper?" asked Reg, as they prepared to turn +in.</p> + +<p>"About day-break, sir. I'll call you," answered +the skipper, as he took the wheel.</p> + +<p>A gruff voice bawling "All for shore," wakened +them the next morning and, mounting to the +deck they found the steamer was just entering +the picturesque little bay. The sun was gilding +the line of rugged hills that surrounded the bay +and glinting on the water, and they both exclaimed +in delight at the lovely scene before +them.</p> + +<p>The steamer was made fast alongside the little +pier and, accompanied by the skipper they made +their way to the hotel, an old building standing +on the slope of the hill, a few hundred yards +away.</p> + +<p>"Mornin', skipper. You're early," said a +rough old fellow, appearing in the doorway.</p> + +<p>"So we are, Clarke."</p> + +<p>"Is there any conveyance to be had here to +take us to Port Arthur?" asked Hal.</p> + +<p>"None, unless you wire to old Brown at the +Port to bring his cart over."</p> + +<p>"Then we'll walk. Where's the road?"</p> + +<p>"Go right ahead, then turn to the right and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> +follow the telegraph wire. It will take you +right into the Port," said Clarke, pointing out +the direction.</p> + +<p>"I suppose you don't know if there is a yacht +lying there?"</p> + +<p>"Yes there is, or at least there was yesterday. +It belongs to a young fellow named Wyckliffe, +who sent word he was coming my way to-day, as +he expected a lady," answered Clarke, with a +smile.</p> + +<p>"Well, good-bye, we will be back some time +to-day," as they started on their journey.</p> + +<p>They found the road very hilly, and monotonous, +lined on either side with thick scrub and +dotted here and there with the solitary house +of a selector. Having completed the ascent of +a fairly high hill, they got their first view of +Port Arthur, where it lay in a small valley surrounded +with rough and mountainous country. +Huge masses of ruins lay in all directions, for it +was on the shores of this loveliest of bays that +the early convict settlement was made. This +fair spot, one of Nature's most exuberant freaks, +was the scene, in that fearful past, of many a +deed of atrocious barbarity. Very few houses +still remain entire. Many familiar English trees<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> +surround the blackened ruins of the little church, +which was destroyed by fire some years ago. +Round its deserted walls the ivy still clings, +hiding its ruins with a tender cloak of greenery +as one who says, "<i>Je meurs ou je m'attache.</i>"</p> + +<p>"I can't see anything of the yacht," said Reg, +as he glanced anxiously round the bay.</p> + +<p>"No, none of the boats there could be called +a yacht. Say, where's the hotel?" asked he of +an old fellow standing by.</p> + +<p>"That's it, straight ahead," said the man, pointing +to what appeared to be a private residence. +In former days it had been the house of the +Governor of that noble settlement.</p> + +<p>"Good-morning sir," said Hal, to a man who +was holding up the door of the hotel with his +shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Good-morning gentlemen," and he straightened +himself and stood on one side.</p> + +<p>"This is a pretty place."</p> + +<p>"Yes it is, sir."</p> + +<p>"We were expecting to find a friend of ours +here with his yacht, but we can't see anything of +him."</p> + +<p>"What was his name?" asked the landlord, +for it was he.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span>"Wyckliffe," answered Hal, carelessly, though +the nerves of both he and Reg were strained to +the utmost.</p> + +<p>"He's gone, gentlemen. You are too +late."</p> + +<p>A smothered oath burst from Reg's lips.</p> + +<p>"How long was he here?" asked Hal, entering +and sitting down.</p> + +<p>"Let's see, this is Thursday. He came here +on Tuesday evening, and sailed the yacht round +from Hobart. But I say, gentlemen, do you +happen to know anybody named Dick Burton?" +said the landlord, with a cunning smile.</p> + +<p>"Yes, why?" said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Well, he sent this wire to Wyckliffe," and +he took down a telegram from a shelf behind +him, and handed it to Hal, who read:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Wyckliffe, Launceston, or Hobart. Two men enquiring. +Morris one. Fancy they left for Tasmania. Dick Burton."</p></div> + +<p>"How did you get hold of this?" asked +Hal.</p> + +<p>"Well, that's a long story. Do you want +breakfast?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, we do."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span>"Then I'll go and order it, and come back +and tell you all about it."</p> + +<p>"Done again!" said Reg, looking at Hal, when +the landlord, whose name was Camden, had disappeared +in the direction of the kitchen.</p> + +<p>"Yes, there's no doubt of that, old chap."</p> + +<p>"Now then, gentlemen," said Camden, returning, +"I suppose you are D's.?"</p> + +<p>"No, we are not, rest assured of that."</p> + +<p>"Last Tuesday night a yacht sailed into the +bay and anchored off shore. I recognised it as +belonging to Macpherson, of Hobart, who was +in the habit of letting it out. A small boat put +off and brought ashore a young fellow in flannels, +who came up to this house and called for a +drink, asking me to join him. In the course of +conversation he told me he intended making a +few days' stay here, and visiting the ruins. He +put up here till yesterday, and made himself +very agreeable, and became quite popular, for he +seemed to have plenty of coin, and was very free +with it. He appeared to make the acquaintance +of most of the girls in the neighbourhood, and +be very popular with them, too. Well, about +two o'clock yesterday we were all in here, and +Wyckliffe was in the middle of a funny yarn when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> +the old postmaster came in with a telegram for +him, which he said had been sent on from +Hobart, where it had been delayed. Wyck took +the telegram, but before opening it said, 'Now, +boys, drink up, for I have a lady visitor coming, +and we'll drink to her safe journey.' The toast +was drunk, and Wyck leisurely opened the telegram. +I never saw such a change in a man in +my life. In an instant he was turned from a +jolly, good-hearted fellow, to a noisy, angry +bully. His crew were all in the bar drinking, +and, by Jove, he made the fellows fly. 'Make +up my account at once,' says he to me, and 'get +ready to sail on the spot' says he to his men in +the same breath. He fussed and fumed about, and +seemed fairly mad with rage. The fellows here +really thought he was mad, for several tried to +persuade him not to start, as they feared dirty +weather, but he snapped them up and took no +notice of them. In his anxiety he dropped the +telegram, and without being seen I pushed it +under the counter with my foot. An hour later +the yacht was under sail, with two reefs in her +mainsail and a small jib set."</p> + +<p>They had followed this narrative with interest, +and as they went into breakfast Camden asked:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span>"If you are not connected with the police, +who are you?"</p> + +<p>"We are merely here to save a young lady +from that villain's clutches," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Then I am glad you came," said Camden, +heartily, "for I should never have felt easy if I +had been in any way connected with that +business."</p> + +<p>They sent a wire to Goody and sat down to +an appetising breakfast of fried flounders, a dish +that an epicure in need of a new sensation for +his appetite is recommended to journey to Port +Arthur to try. Hal and Reg both did excellent +justice to the fare, much to the satisfaction and +delight of Mrs. Camden, their landlord's wife. +After their repast they decided to take the +chance offered them of inspecting the prisons, +and asked Camden to procure them a guide.</p> + +<p>"There's the very man for you," said Camden, +pointing to an old fellow sitting in the bar, +whom they at once recognised as the man they +had met when entering the Port.</p> + +<p>"What's your name, old chap?" asked Hal, +going towards him.</p> + +<p>"My name is Thomas St. Clair Jones," he +answered, with dignity.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span>"Well, Mr. Thomas St. Clair Jones, have +another pint."</p> + +<p>"I'm not in the habit of drinking with strangers, +but as you are a gentleman like myself, +I don't mind," and he graciously handed his +pot to be filled.</p> + +<p>"Now then, Jones, button up your coat, pull +up your breeches, put your hat on straight, and +lead the way," said Hal, in an imperious voice. +To the surprise of Reg Jones did exactly as he +was told, pulled himself together, and obediently +led the way out.</p> + +<p>"I thought as much," said Hal to his friend. +"He's a lag and has been used to obey +orders."</p> + +<p>The procession halted in front of a dilapidated-looking +building, commonly known as the Police +Station. In answer to a knock an antiquated +sergeant appeared and entrusted Jones with the +keys after a whispered colloquy in which one +could distinguish the word "halves." Jones +preceded them with the keys, but had not gone +far when Hal called out to him:</p> + +<p>"Say, Jones: what were you sent out for?"</p> + +<p>Jones cast a withering glance at the speaker, +which softened from indignation to injured<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> +innocence in so dramatic a manner that Hal +almost felt sorry he had spoken. Then he +silently turned and resumed his road to the +prisons.</p> + +<p>"Jones, come back," said Hal, in his voice of +authority, which again was instantly obeyed. +"I ask again, what were you sent out here for; +and I may say if you do not answer my question +this yellow boy will stay in my pocket."</p> + +<p>"I came out here on a visit, sir."</p> + +<p>"Jones, you are a liar. Come on, Reg, he does +not want this money."</p> + +<p>"Oh! well, sir, since you put it that way, and +since I know you are gentlemen, I will confide +in you. It was like this: One day I was standing +at a street corner wondering where my next +meal would come from, when a swell joker +comes along, and says to me: 'Do you want to +earn a bob?' 'Rather, sir,' says I, 'how?' +'By just follering me and carrying this parcel.' +'Right!' says I, and I started off after him, +pleased as anything at earning a bob so easily; +but I had not gone far when a bobby comes up +and says, 'Here's the man,' and he arrested me, +what for I don't know. All I do know was, +that I was brought before a beak and charged<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> +with stealing. I told him the whole story, but +all he said was, 'ten years' penal servitude.' +That's how I come out here, so help me G—"</p> + +<p>"I don't wonder at the magistrate not believing +you, Jones. You are an infernal, grey-headed, +mouldy old liar. That yarn is as old as +the hills, and since you cannot speak the truth +we will go by ourselves," said Hal, coming forward +and taking the keys from his hands.</p> + +<p>"Hold on, Hal," said Reg. "Don't be too +hard on the old chap."</p> + +<p>"My dear Reg, I really can't stand such——"</p> + +<p>"Oh, give him another chance. Come here, +Jones. You see you have disgusted this gentleman. +Now, out with the whole truth, or you'll +lose your tip."</p> + +<p>"Well, I can't see what it's to do with you," +said Jones, in a sulkily aggressive tone. "But if +you wants it so very particular, I'll tell you. I +was poaching, and was nabbed. A keeper happened +to be wounded, and they said I did it. +I didn't say I didn't do it. That's all."</p> + +<p>"That's better, Jones; now we are satisfied."</p> + +<p>They spent an hour or two wandering with +great interest over the ruins: now inside the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> +huge penitentiary, now in the prison church. +Everywhere ruin and desolation stared them in +the face. All over the settlement vast walls lay +crumbling to pieces, due almost as much to the +destructive curiosity of the thousands of tourists, +who flock here in the summer months, as to the +effacing fingers of Time.</p> + +<p>Camden met them on their return, and told +them they had just sufficient time to dine before +a butcher's cart would start for Port Arthur, in +which they could have a lift to Norfolk Bay. +Two hours later they were again on the <i>Tarantula</i> +making for Hobart.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV<br /><br /> + +EASTELLA.</h2> + + +<p>When the boys, as Goody always called them +and we will follow his example, left, he returned +to his hotel to think the matter over. So much +had occurred in such a short time; momentous +events had succeeded each other so rapidly +that he felt bewildered and unable to think +coherently, so he retired to rest to sleep away +the cobwebs in his brain. He awoke somewhat +refreshed, and decided to pay a visit to Mrs. +Eastwood, and, if possible, to see his daughter. +Hal's telegram announcing Wyck's escape, was +put in his hands as he was leaving the hotel. +"Well," he mused to himself, "I am just as well +pleased that he has got away, for it would have +brought about a scandal, and my name and +May's must have been made public; but there<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> +can be no doubt those boys have not only saved +my life, but my honour too."</p> + +<p>At Eastella he received a cordial welcome, for +Mrs. Eastwood and he had been friends for +many years. Her sympathetic soul soon noticed +that he was in sore trouble, and he was at once +invited to her little office where they could talk +undisturbed.</p> + +<p>"Sit down, Mr. Goodchild, I want to give you +a lecture. What have you been doing to my +darling May? you who used to be so fond of +her, that she has to run away to me; and she +comes here so altered. All her light-heartedness +is gone; she never goes out; receives no friends; +and does nothing but mope inside the house. +The only time she brightens up is when she +asks for letters or telegrams. In fact she is +breaking her heart, and you, though you won't +own it, are doing the same."</p> + +<p>"You are altogether mistaken, it is not—"</p> + +<p>"No, of course it is not your fault; how could +it be? No, sir, you need not try to throw dust +in my eyes. I have known both of you for so +many years, and I think too much of you both +to see this going on without attempting to put +matters straight."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span>"It's not I she's breaking her heart over. It's +Wyckliffe: he's the man who has come between +us, and who alone has done all this mischief. +You had a gentleman here last night. I don't +know what he told you."</p> + +<p>"He did not say much. He referred me to +you. But what became of him? Like most +young fellows, I suppose he went out exploring +the city by night, and lost his way."</p> + +<p>"No, there you wrong him, madam, for as +soon as he heard Wyckliffe was at Port Arthur +he came back to me, and then hired a steamer +to take him and his friend down there. I saw +them off last night, and, see, here is a wire I got +this morning. It reads:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>'Mr. Goodchild, Hobart.</p> + +<p>He has left here. Destination unknown. Suspicions well +grounded.—Winter.'"</p></div> + +<p>"I shall feel obliged if you can give me a +little explanation, for Mr. Wyckliffe was staying +here for several days, and I took a great fancy to +him. You connect your daughter's ill-health +with him; and finally you produce a telegram +saying 'suspicions well-grounded.' I must say +I cannot understand it. Help me to do so," +said the lady, shifting about in her chair, in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> +fidgetty, uncomfortable way women have when +they are puzzled.</p> + +<p>"Well, the fact of the matter is that this +fellow Wyckliffe is an English adventurer, and +a scoundrel of the blackest dye. He passes as +a gentleman, and his intentions from what I can +learn are never of a very honourable description. +Mr. Winter and his friend Morris are on his +tracks for an affair something similar, but as they +will both be here to-night, I would rather leave +them to explain. I wish now to see my daughter +to try and bring her to reason."</p> + +<p>"And God grant you may," said Mrs. Eastwood, +fervently. "You will find her in the Blue +Room on the first floor."</p> + +<p>Goody left the office, and hurrying up the +stairs paused before a door painted a sky-blue +colour. He knocked and a melancholy voice +bade him enter. Opening the door, the sight +that met his eyes almost unmanned him. Seated, +or rather reclining as if she had flung herself +there, in an arm-chair was his daughter, clad in +a loose dressing-gown, carelessly thrown on. +She presented a most forlorn appearance. All +her bright, healthy colour had disappeared from +her cheeks and her whole appearance was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> +that of one suffering from severe mental +worry.</p> + +<p>"Is that you, father? I thought it was Mrs. +Eastwood. Why have you followed me?" she +said, in a low, sad voice.</p> + +<p>"My darling girl. I could not stay away any +longer; it was killing me," said the old man, in +a despairing voice, as he embraced her fondly. +"May, darling, tell your old dad your troubles, +and let him help you to bear them."</p> + +<p>The old man's appeal was intensely pathetic +in its simplicity, and would under ordinary conditions +have touched a harder heart than his +daughter's; but she remained deaf to it; her +manner was icily cold; the fond embrace was +not returned, and though she kissed him, it was +done mechanically, and the touch of her lips +chilled him and made him shiver with apprehension. +Her nature seemed frozen under some +strange spell, and the old man stood helpless +and bewildered by her side.</p> + +<p>"Won't you confide in your old dad, May?" +he asked again.</p> + +<p>"My dear father, it hurts me to see you +crying; but I cannot, I cannot do what you +ask."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>"You mean that you cannot trust your father, +May."</p> + +<p>"It's not that, father. You do not understand," +and she restlessly turned her head away +and almost moaned. "I wonder if Mrs. Eastwood +is coming up?"</p> + +<p>"If you want her, my dear, I will tell her," +said the old man, now becoming visibly annoyed.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I do, father. I do want her," and she +lay back again and covered her face.</p> + +<p>Goody left the room without another word in +an agitated state and, meeting Mrs. Eastwood on +the stairs, told her May wanted her, then he +quitted the house and took a cab back to the +"Orient" to await the arrival of the boys. He +reached the hotel not in the best of humours. +He was one of those simple-minded men unused +to the analysis of complicated emotions, and by +turns his grief had changed to anger, his anger +to complaint. Fretfully he muttered to himself +that it was too bad that after all these years of +unchequered happiness a stranger should step +in and destroy everything at one blow; that +he should be made to feel he was no longer an +element in his daughter's happiness. And his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> +anger increased as his sense of injury grew +stronger, until he clenched his fist and thundered +to the empty room:</p> + +<p>"May, you have turned against me; you +have shown me you no longer want me. Well, +then, I will shew you I no longer want—"</p> + +<p>Here he came to a sudden pause. His voice +trembled, his anger wavered, for, by a sudden +wave of memory, he caught himself listening +again to the voice of his dying wife as she +handed over to him the care of the child whose +advent they had welcomed so much in the +long past. At the magic touch of the dead +woman's memory his rage disappeared, his heart +softened, and tears coursed down his cheeks, and +he vowed not to forsake his daughter yet, and +prayed for a way out of his difficulty.</p> + +<p>As if in answer to his unspoken wish, he +heard footsteps approaching and, with a glad +cry of welcome, he grasped the hands of Hal +and Reg. They, in their turn, noticed his altered +appearance, and asked if anything had happened.</p> + +<p>"I called on her to-day, and was given to +understand I was not wanted," he said in a sad +voice.</p> + +<p>"We'll fix that all right, Mr. Goodchild," said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> +Hal in his hearty way. And then he told him +all that had happened during their trip to Port +Arthur.</p> + +<p>"Do you think he was referring to May when +he spoke of a young lady joining him?" asked +Goody when Hal had finished.</p> + +<p>"I do, sir."</p> + +<p>"And what conclusion do you draw from +that?"</p> + +<p>"Only the worst, sir, I am afraid."</p> + +<p>"And you have no idea where he has gone +now?"</p> + +<p>"None, whatever. We called at the telegraph +office and asked the shipping agent, but +without result."</p> + +<p>"I hope the scoundrel will be drowned."</p> + +<p>"I hope not," chimed in Reg, emphatically.</p> + +<p>"I don't think you need fear that," said Hal +with light cynicism. "Fellows of his stamp +have nine lives. If he were a useful man in +the world then I should despair."</p> + +<p>"What do you intend doing now?" asked +Goody, anxiously.</p> + +<p>"We intend going to Eastella and bringing +your daughter to reason," said Hal, with determination.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span>"I admire your perseverance, but I am afraid +you will be doomed to disappointment, for she +always had a will of her own, but I never knew +how strong it was until now."</p> + +<p>"Never fear, sir. So far we have succeeded +and I have no doubt our success will continue."</p> + +<p>"And what shall I do?" asked Goody.</p> + +<p>"Well, if you have any friends here, I +suggest you should go to them for a day or +two."</p> + +<p>"You don't mean to desert me?" asked the +old man, with a perplexity almost comic.</p> + +<p>"Not by any means, sir. But we intend to +live at Eastella, and for many reasons it would +be better for you not to go with us. If we left +you alone, I am afraid you would fret and worry, +so I thought if you had an old acquaintance who +would cheer you up—"</p> + +<p>"Now I understand. I have plenty. There's +old Brown, for one—he and I were schoolfellows. +I know he'll be glad to see me."</p> + +<p>"That's right. Let us know where she lives. +And now get ready and rely on us to wire to you +when it's time to come back and open your +arms to take your daughter back to your heart<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +again, from which you will find she has never +really been estranged."</p> + +<p>That evening all three had left the "Orient"; +Hal and Reg for Eastella, and Goody for his old +friend's house at Broadmeadows.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV.<br /><br /> + +MAY.</h2> + + +<p>As soon as the boys had made satisfactory +arrangements about their rooms they had a long +interview with Mrs. Eastwood, and as she was +considered almost one of the Goodchild family, +nothing of importance was kept back from her. +It was arranged that Hal should be introduced +to Miss Goodchild at the earliest possible +moment. Fortune favoured their plot, for while +they were together the lady herself appeared to +enquire for letters, and with obvious reluctance +underwent the ceremony of introduction to the +two visitors.</p> + +<p>May Goodchild was a tall, good-looking girl, +with fair hair and pleasing features. Her face +shewed her to possess a strong capacity for +strong emotions, an intensity of love or hatred, +both equally dangerous when roused. Hal's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> +sharpened faculties of observation had made him +a keen physiognomist and, in the brief moment +of introduction he flattered himself he had read +the chief points of her character.</p> + +<p>She was about to leave the room, after looking +at the letter-rack, when Hal who had been +gazing at the rack, remarked in a casual manner +to Mrs. Eastwood:</p> + +<p>"Wyckliffe must have a large number of correspondents +to judge by the heap of letters +waiting for him here."</p> + +<p>Miss Goodchild paused. She was on the <i>qui +vive</i> instantly.</p> + +<p>"You know Mr. Wyckliffe, don't you, Mr. +Winter?" said Mrs. Eastwood, taking the cue.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, rather! known him a long time. I +heard from him the other day," answered Hal, +boldly.</p> + +<p>May walked away, but not hurriedly, and Hal, +seizing his opportunity, followed her out of the +room.</p> + +<p>"What a delightful morning, Miss Goodchild."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it is," she answered. Then after a +pause, she added, "Mr. Winter, you said you +had heard from Mr. Wyckliffe. Can you tell<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> +me when he will return, as he is a friend of +mine."</p> + +<p>"Now I remember, Miss Goodchild. I have +important news for you concerning him."</p> + +<p>"What! news of him for me. Oh! tell me +at once, please," and her whole face lit up with +expectation.</p> + +<p>"It is rather a long story," said Hal. "If we +could talk together privately it would be preferable."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'll arrange that. You can come to my +sitting-room. I'll just run and tell Mrs. Eastwood," +and away she flew in a happy, childish +way, very different to her languid manner previously. +Mrs. Eastwood could scarcely believe, +her eyes as the girl rushed into the office, +crying:</p> + +<p>"He has news for me. I am taking him to +my parlour."</p> + +<p>"This way, Mr. Winter," she cried out, as she +re-appeared and ran up the stairs. "Do hurry, I +am so anxious. There, come this way and sit +down. Now we are quite private. Go on."</p> + +<p>Her haste had left Hal breathless, and he was +rather taken aback, as he had scarcely had time +to formulate his plan of action.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>"Before I commence, I wish to ask your +permission to—"</p> + +<p>"It is granted," she said, hurriedly.</p> + +<p>"Your permission to speak in an open and +candid way, and that you will hear me out to +the end."</p> + +<p>"Most decidedly, but why this precaution? +You said Wyck was a friend of yours."</p> + +<p>"Pardon me, Miss Goodchild, I never said he +was a friend of mine. He is anything but that."</p> + +<p>"But you will bear in mind, sir, he is a friend +of mine, and if you have anything to his disparagement +to say I would rather not hear it +for I love him. There now it is out."</p> + +<p>"I am obliged for your candour, but as what +I have to say is not to his credit, I had better +leave."</p> + +<p>"No sir, since you put it that way, I will hear +you."</p> + +<p>Once more was the tale repeated, but never +before with the strength and pathos that Hal +put into his voice now. At the conclusion, +neither spoke for some moments. At last, May +broke the silence:</p> + +<p>"You can prove your statements, Mr. +Winter?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span>"Yes, unfortunately for my friend I can. +They have left undoubted traces behind them."</p> + +<p>"If you can prove them, and Wyck turns out +the villain you say, think for a moment what +the result will be. I am no ordinary girl full of +puling sentiment. I love or I hate, and if my +love is trampled on, there is a dangerous woman +to be faced who will thirst for revenge. So be +careful," and her voice took a stern, menacing +tone.</p> + +<p>"Would you like Mr. Morris to corroborate +all I have said?" asked Hal, struck with the +change in her, and feeling she was all she +described herself.</p> + +<p>The waiter was summoned, and bidden to +fetch Morris.</p> + +<p>"Reg, I have told Miss Goodchild all about +Wyck. Will you give her your version?" said +Hal, as Reg entered the room.</p> + +<p>Reg told his story, and Miss Goodchild +listened attentively, and said:</p> + +<p>"Your accounts certainly tally, but you can +give me, doubtless, further proof. You have +now a desperate woman to deal with, and if you +have lied to me, I will be revenged on both of +you."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span>Hal for a moment was nonplussed. He had +not doubted that his statements would not be +believed.</p> + +<p>But Reg came to his rescue.</p> + +<p>"We could procure that telegram from Port +Arthur, and we could get the landlord to +certify to his story."</p> + +<p>"That is certainly a small point in your +favour, but is it the best proof you can produce?" +asked May.</p> + +<p>"No, I have a letter here addressed to Wyckliffe. +I know the hand-writing, and I am confident +it would afford you conclusive proof that +he is involved with other ladies."</p> + +<p>"Do you mean to say you would be mean +enough to suggest that the letter should be +opened?" asked May, in a disgusted tone.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I mean it, since you doubt our word."</p> + +<p>Here Reg deliberately tore open the envelope.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Morris, you are a thief," cried May, +excitedly. "Had I known you were capable of +such a low action, I would never have received +you here."</p> + +<p>"Miss Goodchild, your hard words are uncalled +for, but in spite of them I shall go farther +yet. We met your father when your conduct<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span> +had left him heart-broken, and we promised him +to save you from the clutches of this scoundrel +Wyckliffe. And we will keep our word with or +without your assistance. Your conduct to your +father has been disgraceful, and it is not for +your sake that we do this, but for his. And now I +shall put the police on Wyck's tracks, and have +him arrested. It is not the course I wanted to +pursue, but having gone thus far I will go on to +the end. Are you coming, Hal?" said Reg, as +he got up to leave.</p> + +<p>"Really, Reg, I think you ought to control +yourself in this lady's presence, and not be too +strong in your expressions," said Hal, going to +him.</p> + +<p>"Stay, Mr. Morris," said May, rising. "You +are quite right in every word you have said +about me. It is quite enough to convince me +you are in earnest and, to show my belief I will +read that letter."</p> + +<p>Reg passed it to her, without a word, and she +read aloud:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<div class="author">"Melbourne,<br /></div> +<div class="right">"Sunday.<br /></div> + + +<p>"My own darling Wyck,</p> + +<p>"Your poor little Kitty is crying and fretting<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> +for you; come back to her, my darling. I received +your last letter, and roared over the +contents. What fun you must have had with +that old chap Goody, and his daughter. I +would have given anything to have seen the +old fellow lying on the deck yelling. But I say, +my darling, I'm not jealous, but I did not like +the other part of it. What a hussey the +daughter must be! You say you are going to +take her yachting, and that's she's a proud sort. +I guess she won't be so proud when she comes +back. You are a terror for girls, but I won't be +jealous, as I know you only love me. But be +quick and come back. I forgot to say that two +fellows looking like toffs have been enquiring +for you, and from what I can learn they don't +mean you any good. They tried to pump Dick, +and he sent you a wire, which you will have had +long ago. My dear boy, do be careful. I am +rather busy, but your little wife sends you +hundreds of kisses. Good-bye, my own darling,</p> + + +<div class="center">"Your ever loving<br /></div> +<div class="right"><span class="smcap">"Kitty Harris</span>."<br /></div> +</div> + +<p>May read the letter through calmly, without a +tremor in her voice. There was a supercilious +curl of contempt on her lips as she finished.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> +She gave vent to neither grief nor rage, for she +was made of sterner stuff than those of her +sex who faint and give way under stress of +disappointment. A change had come over her +whole being, one of those subtle changes that a +moment of crisis can produce. The fickle, light-hearted +girl had disappeared, the injured woman +came to the front. There is this peculiarity +about Australian girls. Outsiders consider +them empty-headed and frivolous, for they +have a light, lackadaisical manner of spending +their lives, but lying dormant beneath is a nature +with a purpose which once roused is relentless +in its desire for exacting satisfaction. May Goodchild +was a typical daughter of her land. She +had given her heart honestly and wholly to the +man she loved; she found he had accepted it +only to trifle with it and dishonour her. It was +enough. There was no trait in her nature to +lead her to repine; it was entirely controlled by +a dominant desire to punish the traitor. Hal +could scarcely believe that this stern, resolute +woman was the same woe-begone inanimate girl +he had interviewed. She examined the letter +carefully, noting its date and post-mark, and +putting it into her pocket, said:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span>"I will keep this letter, Mr. Morris."</p> + +<p>"I do not want it," said Reg. "Pray please +yourself."</p> + +<p>"I must apologise for my rudeness," she said, +simply. "But you must allow I should not be +the woman I am if under the original circumstances +I had not defended the absent. Now +all is changed; you have convinced me of his +duplicity, and gentlemen"—here she held out +one hand appealingly, and tears welled in her +eyes—"an Australian girl thanks you with her +whole heart for saving what is her most precious +possession. By your help I have been able to +free myself from a spell that bound me hand +and foot. You have opened my eyes, and believe +me, you will not find me ungrateful. Now, +one more favour; will you kindly send for my +father at once."</p> + +<p>"We will wire at once," said Hal, leaving +the room with his friend.</p> + +<p>They despatched the message, and started for +a stroll in the open air.</p> + +<p>"Reg," said Hal, "you are improving. By +what lucky chance did you get hold of that +letter?"</p> + +<p>"I am afraid it was hardly justifiable, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> +things were desperate," he said. "You see, +when you and the girl went upstairs, I felt that +your impetuous nature might have let you overlook +the fact that we had no proofs against Wyck, +so I determined to lay hands on some of his +letters, and use them against him. By means +of a little steaming I opened three; two were +invitations, the third, which you have heard read, +answered my requirements."</p> + +<p>"Then you knew its contents all the time?"</p> + +<p>"Of course, or I should not have presented +it."</p> + +<p>"Well, it has done our business for us," said +Hal, satisfied.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and Wyck has a dangerous customer +to meet should he cross her path again. Her +nature is of different construction to my Amy's, +for she has strength and determination to shake +herself free, and to turn the strength of her love +into bitter hatred, whereas my poor girl succumbed."</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI.<br /><br /> + +HOBART.</h2> + + +<p>The next morning the boys had the satisfaction +of seeing Goody and his daughter off by +the first train. Neither Hal nor Reg was present +at their reunion, and when they saw them +together, they realized it was complete. No two +people felt more indebted to their benefactors +than this couple, and words failed them to express +it. But their manner, their faces and +their attitude to each other showed what was in +their minds, though the only words that passed +were a cordial, "Good-bye; God bless you," +from Goody, and a few heartfelt words of thanks +from his daughter.</p> + +<p>The boys held a long consultation as to their +future movements, but were unable to come to a +more decisive conclusion than that they should +wait results.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>"Wyck," said Hal, "left in a small boat; he +may be wrecked; he may be blown out to sea; +he may run for shelter into one of the neighbouring +bays on the East coast. We had +better make arrangements with the telegraph +station to inform their officers that if any boat +answering to the description of Wyck's should +turn up, we are to be informed of it immediately. +Meanwhile, we will stop here."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Eastwood had had a long conversation +both with Goody and his daughter, and this resulted +in her holding a high opinion of the boys. +As she moved in the best society of the district +she determined to make their stay as enjoyable +as possible. She procured them tickets for the +Mayor's ball, an annual affair of great moment. +They acknowledged to the full her kindly intentions, +but explained to her why they avoided +any pleasure or society that might draw them +away from the fulfilment of their compact. A +more practical objection was the fact that they +had brought no dress clothes with them, but +seeing the good lady's disappointment, Hal +suggested that, as they should like to have a +peep at Hobart society, they might gaze down +upon it from the gallery.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span>This they did do, and Hal after taking the +keenest interest in the animated scene below +him, and commenting on all the features of the +ball, was struck with remorse to find Reg sitting +by his side with a pained face. The memories +the scene called up were too bitter, and it was +with a sense of relief when Hal got up hurriedly +and left.</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry, old chap. I'm a brute," he said, +when they were outside.</p> + +<p>"Don't talk like that," answered Reg. "You +are one in ten thousand. Where could one find +another fellow such as you are, gifted with all +that makes life worth the living; ready to throw +up everything to help a chance stranger. It's I +who am the brute, old fellow, to expect you to +be tied to the vow you made."</p> + +<p>"I don't like you to say that," said Hal. "I +shall never regret having met you, and I thank +my stars we were thrown together, and that I +am able to help you."</p> + +<p>A silent hand-clasp was Reg's only answer, +and as Hal gripped his in return, both knew +that the bond between them was stronger than +ever.</p> + +<p>In reply to Mrs. Eastwood's enquiries, Hal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> +said he found looking-on most enjoyable, and +agreed there was as nice a lot of good-looking +girls present as one could find.</p> + +<p>"Would you care to go to the Mayor's garden +party this afternoon?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"What, a garden party to-day, after dancing +till three in the morning! In England they +would just be thinking of having breakfast," +said Morris, in surprise.</p> + +<p>"Ah, we do things differently in the colonies."</p> + +<p>"And a very good thing you do," was Reg's +emphatic reply, as the obliging lady left them +together.</p> + +<p>"You seemed to find scrutinising those fair +damsels an interesting occupation last night, +Hal," he observed to his friend.</p> + +<p>"So I did, my boy. You see, Tasmanian +women have many points of difference compared +to those in the other colonies. Tasmania is +only a small island and the inhabitants, especially +in the South, do not trouble themselves +much about business or anything that conduces +to worry. They pass their days in happy +serenity so long as they have enough to live upon. +Being a very healthy country, the birth-rate +is enormous, considering the population. It is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> +no uncommon thing to find families of fifteen +to twenty, all alive and well, girls, of course, +preponderating. Now, as Tasmania has no +factories or important industries, the boys when +they grow up emigrate to other colonies to make +a livelihood; the girls remain behind, so the +proportion of women to men is about ten to +one."</p> + +<p>"No wonder Wyck came on here," said Reg, +grimly.</p> + +<p>"The Tasmanian girls," continued Hal, not +deigning to notice the interruption, "are noted +for their beauty. Nearly all the beautiful women +in Melbourne and Sydney are Tasmanian +born."</p> + +<p>"Well I cannot say I am much struck with +their beauty. They have nice complexions, but +not beauty of form," objected Reg.</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute, I am coming to that. I +always compare Tasmanian girls to Tasmanian +race-horses, though perhaps the former might +not feel flattered. They have here some of the +finest studs in the colonies. There are sires +whose foals have won all the leading events of +the neighbouring colonies, but strange to say +none of them can do anything in their own<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span> +country. It is only when they are sent to the +training stables in Melbourne and Sydney to be +properly brought up that they turn out well. So +it is with the girls; they have to be finished off +in Melbourne and Sydney. Their rosy cheeks +and fresh complexion are retained, but their +<i>gaucheries</i> of manner and clumsiness of figure +are pruned away."</p> + +<p>"There's a deal in what you say, Hal, but +I have a liking for this little spot. Everything +surrounding you is so peaceful; the +scenery is so beautiful that it is an island +paradise."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it's a nice place to live in, if you +have money to spend; otherwise it is dull."</p> + +<p>"Like all pleasure resorts. But there is a +delightful air of laziness about it. Nobody +seems in a hurry. It is such a contrast to the +bustle of Melbourne."</p> + +<p>"And such a harbour, eh?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, it's the finest I've ever seen."</p> + +<p>"If you ever get to Sydney you will see one +better."</p> + +<p>"Here's a note from the telegraph office for +you," said Mrs. Eastwood, hurrying in.</p> + +<p>Hal opened it and read:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> +"Sydney.<br /> +</p> + +<p>"S.S. <i>Flora</i>, from Hobart, arrived to-day with Villiers Wyckliffe +and crew rescued from yacht totally wrecked.</p> + +<p> +"Agents—T. S. W. Coy."<br /> +</p></div> + +<p>"That's awkward. Sydney is a long way off +and it gives him a good start. What's the paper +say, Reg?"</p> + +<p>"<i>Corrinna</i> leaves Launceston for Sydney to-morrow +at noon. Train leaving here at 7 a.m., +arrives there 11.30."</p> + +<p>"I'll wire Goody another copy of this telegram."</p> + +<p>"No bad news, I hope, gentlemen," asked Mrs. +Eastwood, entering.</p> + +<p>"In one sense it is good, in another, unfortunate," +said Hal, handing her the telegram +to read.</p> + +<p>"It's a pity he was not drowned," she answered, +mercilessly, handing the telegram back. +"However, it will cost him a pretty penny, as +Macpherson valued his yacht very highly."</p> + +<p>"We shall leave by the first train to-morrow. +I am now going to wire to Mr. Goodchild."</p> + +<p>The next morning they were up betimes, and +had considerable difficulty in settling their +account with Mrs. Eastwood.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry you treat your stay beneath my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> +roof as a matter of business," she complained, +"You have repaid me twenty times over by what +you have done for the Goodchilds. They are +my oldest friends, and I look upon May as a +daughter. You have made some good and true +friends, who will be heavily indebted to you +until you give them one day an opportunity of +shewing some acknowledgment."</p> + +<p>"You are making too much, Mrs. Eastwood, +of the service we have been able to render them. +We have our work marked out for us, and until +it is finished there is neither rest nor leisure for +us. When it is finished we shall come and stay +with you and your friends, for more hospitable +people we have rarely met," said Reg, as he bade +her good-bye.</p> + +<p>After an uninteresting train ride they reached +Launceston, and found, to their surprise, Goody +waiting for them.</p> + +<p>"Are you going on to Sydney, to-day?" he +asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes. How is Miss Goodchild?"</p> + +<p>"Very well, thanks. She and I are going +over too. You had better come to my trap here," +and he led the way to a handsome barouche.</p> + +<p>"My daughter is down at the steamer making<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> +arrangements," he said, when they were seated, +and being driven to the wharf. Goody still had +an anxious look about him, and seemed somewhat +disturbed.</p> + +<p>"Here we are, boys, jump out, and never mind +the luggage. George will see to that." With +astonishing activity the old man ran up the +gangway, followed by the boys, and found May +waiting for them. Their greetings were of the +simplest, and May calling the chief steward +told him to shew the gentlemen their cabins, +while Goody handed Hal an envelope as +they followed. On opening it he found it +contained their tickets to Sydney.</p> + +<p>"I say, Reg, they seem determined to run the +show here," said he. "We have done nothing +but what we were told to do since we left the +train. What do you think of it?"</p> + +<p>"I think we had better appear grateful. They +are evidently anxious to do something in +return."</p> + +<p>They arranged their berths and returned on +deck as the ship was leaving the wharf. Goody +and his daughter seemed to be popular, judging +from the number of friends who came to see +them off. Once started, the two were always<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> +together, and it was pathetic to watch the way +in which the old man's eyes rested continually +on his daughter. He told Reg they had +only made up their minds to go to Sydney +when the wire reached them. His daughter +wished to go, as she had some plan in her head +which she wouldn't let him know of yet, and he +continued, sadly, "she will never be to me what +she once was. She was then an innocent child, +now she is a resolute woman. She seems ten +years older in her manner and speech. She is +going to a cousin of hers who has the reputation +of being a bit lively, but is an excellent girl +at heart."</p> + +<p>"I cannot tell what steps I shall take," said +May, at the same time, to Hal. "That depends +on my cousin, Hil. I shall follow her +advice, for I have not the slightest doubt that +she'll assist me to be revenged."</p> + +<p>"Do you mean to follow Wyck up as we are +doing?" asked Hal, laughing.</p> + +<p>"I can't say what I shall do until I see her."</p> + +<p>"Of course you will give us your address, so +that we can keep you informed if we accomplish +anything."</p> + +<p>"'Grosvenor Hotel' will always find us."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span>"I should like to know if we can be of any +assistance to you before we arrive, because we +have our work to do, and goodness knows +where Wyck will be by the time we reach +Sydney, and we may not see you again for some +time."</p> + +<p>"If I wanted anything ever so badly, I would +not ask you for it, for you have your own work +cut out, and in doing that successfully you will +greatly please both me and my father."</p> + +<p>May evidently wishing to take an independent +course, Hal did not trouble her further. +He felt the friendship now established between +them was likely to be a lasting one, for Australians +never forget a kind action.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII.<br /><br /> + +SYDNEY.</h2> + + +<p>At day-break the steamer entered that splendid +harbour, second to none in the world, and made +for Port Jackson. The magnificent scenery and its +ever-varying vista of lovely views were unheeded +by the boys in their restlessness to get ashore +and find traces of their quarry. As soon as the +boat was made fast, they hurried ashore with +their baggage and passed rapidly the sleepy +inspection of a Customs' official. Hailing a cab +and directing the driver to Tattersall's Hotel, +another surprise awaited them, for, seated by the +side of the driver, was the familiar face of +Terence O'Flynn.</p> + +<p>"Hallo, Terence. What are you doing here?" +asked Hal, in astonishment.</p> + +<p>"Just over for a holiday, your honour," +answered he, at the same time giving an expres<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>sive +wink, so Hal said no more but jumped +in.</p> + +<p>Arriving at the hotel, Terence carried their baggage +inside, followed closely by Hal and Reg.</p> + +<p>"I was after following Dick over here, sir," he +said, hurriedly. "Wyck left for Brisbane two +days ago. I wired to Hobart, but, having no +reply, so faith I reckoned you had left. I should +like to have a talk beside you, but sure I want to +do another trip with my mate, I will come back +in a quarter-of-an-hour."</p> + +<p>On his return the three adjourned to a private +room, and Terence told his story.</p> + +<p>"'The devil' says I as I read about Wyck being +picked up and landed at Sydney. I had been +keeping a sharp eye on Dick, and when I sees a +boy bring him a telegram I guessed something +was in the wind, so when he put a pal on his +cab, I followed suit. We both came by the express, +and I took good care Dick should not spot +me. When we arrived, he calls a cab, as bold +as brass, and sings out, 'Grosvenor Hotel.' I +didn't follow him there, but went to Moloney's +house. That was Moloney's cab we were in, for +Jim and myself are old friends. Yer see, him +and me was courting the same——"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span>"Never mind that, Terence. Go on. What +did you do next?"</p> + +<p>"I just kept my eyes on them, and several +times see them together, and the day afore yesterday +I see them going to the wharf, and Wyck +goes aboard one of the Queensland boats. +Dick stayed till the boat left, waved his hat like +mad, and then went off to a pub and got awfully +tight. Next day he went back home by the +train, and I would have gone too, only Jim got +me to stop for his baby's christening, as I +was to be godfather. I did stop yer honours, +and we did christen that baby, both inside and +out. Jim and meself went on the spree, +and a right good time we had, so help +me——"</p> + +<p>"Never mind that, Terence. Has Dick had +any more soft lines since?"</p> + +<p>"No more that I know of, your honour."</p> + +<p>"Did he not have one to St. Kilda?"</p> + +<p>"Och, moi! I knew it: by jabers I did. +Directly I heard it, I knew it," shrieked +Terence, excitedly, and he lay back, and went off +into one of his laughing fits. He rolled in his +seat, and swayed to and fro, fairly roaring with +laughter. Hal and Reg looked on in quiet<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span> +amusement, and when Terence had subsided +somewhat, Hal said, sternly:</p> + +<p>"Terence O'Flynn, when you have finished your +laugh, you will, perhaps, let us into the joke."</p> + +<p>"Beg pardon, your honours," jerked out +Terence. "But it was a joke. Poor old Dick," +and off he started again.</p> + +<p>"Go on, Terence, have another try," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"No, no, but you know the joke. I know +you did it, and ye did it well, too."</p> + +<p>"If you will tell us what it was, we shall be +able to judge," said Hal, quietly, which sobered +Terence.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you, then. It was a couple of days +after you'd left for Tasmania, when Dick comes +up to me and Joe Gardiner—that's another +cabby. He comes up smiling, in fact regular +grinning, and flashes a letter in front of us. +'See here, chaps,' says he, 'this is the sort of +game that pays. Darn your shilling fares, +says I; this is my style.' The letter was from +some toff, 'cause it come from Menzie's Hotel. +It asked Dick to meet him at St. Kilda. +'See what it is to have a connection. This 'ere +chap was recommended to call on me, and I +knows his game. I've just got to get a good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> +turn-out and drive down to the beach, call at +the pub and get a letter which will give +me instructions where to meet him. Then +I picks up a flash gent with a little, +innercent girl, and they'll get into the +cab. 'Straight home, cabby,' he'll cry, 'we've +missed the train.' That'll mean that I'm +to go in the opposite direction where there ain't +no houses, and if I hear screamin' I never +listens. Then I get home about three; there's +a big row, but I get a tenner for the job.' 'Well, +Dick,' says Joe, who is a good-hearted sort of +chap, 'if I thought anything of that kind was +going on in my cab, a hundred wouldn't buy me, +but I'd take the horse-whip to him.' 'Shure,' +says I, 'I would put the blackguard in the sea, +and drown him just.' 'Ha, ha,' laughs Dick, 'it +wouldn't do for us all to be so soft, else half of +us would starve. Now I'll just tell you chaps +how I serve my customers. I just go round to +Wallace's and get the best turn-out he has, and +I guess we'll cut a dash.' Then he got in his +cab and drove away. Neither me nor Joe envied +him his tenner. Next day Dick came up to +the stand looking terrible black. He cussed +and swore, and looked as if he'd had a big drop<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> +too much. 'Have a good time last night,' says +I to him, civil like. 'No, blast yer; go to—' he +says. I never spoke no more, but after a bit he +comes up to me and says—'Terry, those beggars +had me last night; it was a put-up job.' 'Go +on,' says I, 'the infernal scoundrels, how did +they do it?' He swore a terrible lot, and +'twixt his swears I made out that he had hired a +turn-out that cost him thirty bob, and drove +quietly to St. Kilda, smiling all the way. He +waits till nearly eleven, and refused two good +fares, then goes to the Pier Hotel, and asks if +there is a letter for him. The barman hands +him one, and he was so pleased he called +for drinks all round and spent about three +bob that way. Then he says good-night, +goes to a lamp-post to read his letter, +which said something about swindlers being +swindled, and policy being the greatest honesty, +or something like that. He was out till nearly +three, and never earned a bob. Joe had come +up behind, and heard the yarn, and we both +let out a yell. Dick he swore awful, and jumped +on his cab and drove away. He got fined for +being drunk on his cab that night. And now +it's all the joke on the ranks. 'Going St. Kilda,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span> +Dick'—'Any more ten-pound jobs, Dick,' and +he does get blooming wild." Here Terence +roared again, and this time the boys joined in.</p> + +<p>"Have another drink, Terence. You told +that well," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"But it was your honours that did it, I know."</p> + +<p>"Yes, we did it, Terence," answered Hal, +"Dick had us and we returned the compliment, +and here's a tenner for your trouble. Now +you had better go back to Melbourne by to-day's +express and keep your eye on Dick. Our address +will be Brisbane."</p> + +<p>"Right, your honours. I'm off."</p> + +<p>"I have been looking through the "Herald," +said Reg, when they were alone, "and I find +there are two companies trading between here +and Brisbane, the Howard Smith line and the +A.U.S.N. Company; one has a boat leaving to-day +at twelve, the other at two."</p> + +<p>"That's good. We will have a look at the +boats and see which we like best, and as there is +no time to be lost, let us start at once."</p> + +<p>The <i>Buninyong</i>, of the Howard Smith line, and +the <i>Maranoa</i>, of the rival company, were both +examined, and the preference given to the +former.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span>"Sydney seems a delightful place. I am almost +loth to leave it so soon," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"We'll have plenty of time when we have +caught our man," said Hal. "I'll now go to +the Tasmanian Company's offices and hear all +about the rescue."</p> + +<p>There he learnt the captain's report, that he +picked up Wyckliffe and four men off a raft, about +six hours from Hobart. The rescued reported +they had been capsized while trying to fetch +Maria Island.</p> + +<p>At twelve o'clock the <i>Buninyong</i>, with a full +passenger list including the boys, sailed for +Brisbane.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII.<br /><br /> + +THE GIRLS.</h2> + + +<p>Had Reg and Hal not been in such a great +hurry when they landed at Sydney, they might +have noticed a young lady not unlike May +standing on the wharf scanning the passengers +very closely. When she caught sight of the +Goodchilds, she jumped on board and embraced +both May and her father.</p> + +<p>"I have had your wires, May, and all arrangements +are made," she said, with an air of decision.</p> + +<p>"Have you seen him, Hil?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, he went to Brisbane two days ago. +We will follow him, May," she answered, quietly; +then, turning to Goody, said, "you will, of +course, stay at the 'Grosvenor', uncle."</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know, Hilda. What is May +going to do?"</p> + +<p>"I have my carriage here. You had better<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> +come with us and send your luggage on to +the hotel," said she, in her decisive way, as if +she were accustomed to help people make up +their minds.</p> + +<p>"As you please," said Goody, with a sigh, +resigning himself to the inevitable.</p> + +<p>All three stepped into Hilda's conveyance, and +were rapidly driven in the direction of Potts' +Point and set down at the door of a handsome +mansion surrounded by extensive grounds that +overlooked the bay.</p> + +<p>"Now, uncle, you must excuse us for a little +while, as we have a lot to talk about," said Hil, +leading May away to her own room, and leaving +Goody to amuse himself in the drawing-room.</p> + +<p>"Now then, May, to business," said she, +promptly seating herself by her cousin's side. +"When I received your wires I was rather upset, +and spent a good deal of my anger on that +man. I went off to the 'Grosvenor,' where I +found out he was staying, and saw him come +out with a low-looking fellow. They both got +into a cab on which was a lot of luggage, and I +guessed he was off, so I hailed another cab and followed +them. We came to the wharf where the +<i>Glanworth</i> was lying, and they went on board. I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> +waited till the boat sailed, saw him bid good-bye +to his companion, who seemed very excited, and +then came home. That we had to follow him I +looked upon as certain, but how? We could +not follow him in the costume of ladies, that +would make us look ridiculous."</p> + +<p>"How are we to go then?" asked May, impatient +with excitement.</p> + +<p>"Please don't interrupt. You shall hear all +if you are patient," said Hil, smiling. "I +thought over it a good deal, and then the idea +struck me that we would go to Brisbane as ladies +disguised and, if he cleared to the country, we +would follow as men."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Hil!" cried May, laughing.</p> + +<p>"Of course, you know when I am out on my +station and there is a buck-jumper to ride I +always wear trousers, as one can get a better +grip."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I have heard father speak of that. Now, +go on."</p> + +<p>"Another thing, I have done a lot in private +theatricals, and I invariably take a man's part, +and I flatter myself I am so <i>au fait</i> at the make-up +that I can easily pass as a man. I have +several suits of men's clothes among my 'props,'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> +and as you are about my size, they will fit you +well. Now, what do you say?"</p> + +<p>"That you are a darling old girl. Come here +and be hugged."</p> + +<p>"Then that's settled. Now we had better +leave to-day. There are two boats starting, one at +twelve and the other at two and, as they are both +good boats, I think we had better go by the later +one, as it will give us more time to get ready."</p> + +<p>"I am quite agreeable, my dear. But we +must tell dad what we intend doing."</p> + +<p>"Not about the men's clothes."</p> + +<p>"No, that we will keep to ourselves. What +fun it will be!"</p> + +<p>"Well, have you settled your plans?" asked +Goody, as they entered the drawing-room, which +they found him pacing restlessly.</p> + +<p>"We leave for Brisbane to-day," said May.</p> + +<p>"So you are going to leave your old dad +again," he asked, sorrowfully.</p> + +<p>"Yes, father, duty calls us and we must +obey."</p> + +<p>"Uncle," said Hil, coming to him and taking +his arm, caressingly. "Your daughter was +saved by two Australians from the clutches of +one of England's gentlemen. If you were young<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> +and strong it would be your duty to avenge your +daughter's wrongs; if you had a son the duty +would fall on her brother, but you are too old +for work of that kind and consequently the duty +falls on her."</p> + +<p>"But, my dear girl, I—"</p> + +<p>"Stay, uncle, hear me out. She does not +go alone, for I go with her. She is my +cousin, for her mother was my mother's sister, +so we are of the same blood, and our blood +calls out for revenge."</p> + +<p>"Really, you are—"</p> + +<p>"We are going, yes; I'll tell you why. An +Australian girl has been wronged by an Englishman +and, though we may be proud to count +England as our mother-country, we are not +going to allow her sons to insult us with impunity. +We Australians are made of as good +grit, and one day we shall put Australia in its +true place, when we have Australia for the +Australians."</p> + +<p>"Hear, hear, Hil! That's the true Australian +sentiment."</p> + +<p>"My dear children, you are young and +foolish and do not know what you are talking of," +said Goody, becoming annoyed.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span>"Don't we," continued Hil, with imperturbable +good-humour. "We leave loyalty and +bowing down to Her Most Gracious Majesty to +you old people. When our young generation +grows strong enough to assert itself, you'll see +what you will see," and she touched a bell and +ordered refreshments.</p> + +<p>"It's eleven o'clock now, Hil," said May.</p> + +<p>"Then we must be getting ready. You will +go to the hotel, uncle, and we will send you +word how we are getting on."</p> + +<p>"Yes do, father," said May, throwing her +arms round his neck. "Let me go this time +and then we will stay at home together, and +never be parted any more."</p> + +<p>"As you will, my dear," said he, giving in, +with evident reluctance.</p> + +<p>"Now then, May," said Hil, when they had +bidden the old man good-bye, "I want you to +tell me how you became mixed up with that +fellow, for I must confess I saw nothing striking +in him."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you all about it. My father and I +started on our journey as usual. When we were +on deck, it came on to blow and we decided to +go below. I was going down the companion-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span>way, +dad following behind, when he trod on my +skirt, which gave me a sudden jerk, just at the +same moment that the ship lurched, and I lost +my balance and fell. I had noticed a young +man waiting below for me to come down. He +saw my danger and, instead of falling on the +floor, I fell into his arms. I came down pretty +heavily, for we both landed on the floor, I on +the top. Several men came to our assistance, +and when I was getting up, I found a button of +his coat had become fixed in my hair. I had to +lean over while he released it, and in doing so +my face came close to his, and, looking up, I +found him gazing at me in a curiously fixed way. +Here the strange part of it comes in. I found +it difficult to take my eyes off him and, as he +gazed, I felt a peculiar sensation through me, +and instantly realized he was to be my fate. As +I left with dad my brain seemed to be fixed on +him. I seemed to belong to him and, when he +asked me to walk on deck with him, I was +literally powerless to refuse. The rest you +know."</p> + +<p>"Did you see him in Tasmania?" asked Hil, +thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>"Yes, twice. He came to our place unknown<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span> +to dad. We were to have met again on the +following day, but he sent me a note, saying he +was going to Hobart, and he wished me to join +him. I could not resist, so I went two days +later."</p> + +<p>"But what about the yacht?"</p> + +<p>"He mentioned in the letter his intention to +go for a cruise, and that I was to meet him at +Port Arthur. I was preparing to get ready when +Reg and Hal—I mean Mr. Morris and Mr. +Winter—came on the scene, and here I am."</p> + +<p>"They are fine fellows, and they don't belie +their looks," said Hil, seriously.</p> + +<p>"Why, how do you know?"</p> + +<p>"I watched them closely as the boat was +coming alongside the wharf. I picked them out +at once."</p> + +<p>"If they had waited we might have given them +some information."</p> + +<p>"Let them find out, my dear. We'll shew +them we are as good as they."</p> + +<p>"But what if they should find out and go by +the same boat."</p> + +<p>"Then we will go by train. But come now and +I will shew you our clothes, besides we must +have our hair cut short, so that we will be able<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span> +to use a wig when we resume our discarded sex."</p> + +<p>An hour was spent in arranging their trunks +and getting all necessaries together, and then +they drove to the steam-boat offices and took a +double-berthed cabin in the names of Miss +Walker and Miss Williams, having previously +found out that neither Hal nor Reg had booked +berths.</p> + +<p>"I noticed, May," said Hil, nudging her and +smiling maliciously, "that you let slip their +Christian names. Hal and Reg. They are very +nice names. Which do you like the better of +the two?"</p> + +<p>"The names or the men?" queried May.</p> + +<p>"Say the men for argument's sake."</p> + +<p>"Well, I think I rather like Reg, although +both are good fellows. I felt for Reg though, +awfully, when he told me his sad story."</p> + +<p>"And Hal?"</p> + +<p>"An awfully nice fellow and, I should say, +very clever and a valuable help to Reg, I +should think. While Reg is all earnestness and +determination Hal seems to be quick at grasping +situations and between the two, to say nothing +of ourselves, Wyck is likely to have a bad +time."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span>"Be quick and let us get out of sight, for +what would Society say if I was discovered going +on this errand? There are so many of the +Mrs. Grundy type who would be delighted to put +it in print."</p> + +<p>"But, surely, you don't mind?"</p> + +<p>"No, my dear, I once taught Society a lesson +it will not forget. I was thinking of your father, +he is propriety itself."</p> + +<p>"Quite right, Hil, we must not be seen and, +as I think we have everything now, we had better +lose no time in getting on board."</p> + +<p>Thus Hil and May, whom we shall know for +the future as "the girls" went on board the +<i>Maranoa</i>, and at two o'clock the good ship left +the harbour for Brisbane.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX.<br /><br /> + +HIL.</h2> + + +<p>While the two steamers are ploughing their +way to Brisbane, the one with the boys, the +other with the girls, on board, it will not be amiss +if the narrative pause for a moment for the purpose +of presenting the reader with an ampler +picture of the singular personality of Hil.</p> + +<p>Hilda Mannahill was the daughter of the late +Samuel Mannahill, who died when she was ten +years old. Three months later she lost her +mother. Few men were more respected and +beloved than Sam Mannahill, as he was familiarly +called. He was a self-made man, who had +landed in the colony in the early days, and by +dint of hard work and upright dealing had become +very wealthy. At his death he left behind +him not only a vast fortune, which is a comparatively +common circumstance, but also an hon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span>oured +name, which is less so. After his wife's +death the whole of his wealth passed to his +daughter, Hilda, who at the time of our story +was twenty-three years of age. Hilda would be +best described as a jolly girl with no humbug +about her. Simple in tastes, unaffected in manner, +strikingly self-reliant, and as straight as a die +in disposition, her inherited strength of character +had been fostered and fortified at the expense of +all the weaknesses of her sex, by the manner of +her upbringing. Yet, withal, she was purely +womanly. In appearance she was tall and fair, +her figure slender but firmly-built; she was +lissom in all her movements and a general air of +independence, in harmony with the frankness of +her speech and the directness of her gaze, hung +around her. She was a large-hearted girl and +no one but her banker knew of the thousands of +pounds that were quietly distributed amongst the +charities of the city every year: a decided eccentricity, +and most directly opposed to the current +method, which consists in having the name of +the donor published in the leading papers, to be +cabled over to England and brought at any cost +under the notice of Her Majesty, in case there +might be a spare title going begging. Had she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span> +wanted a title she could have had one, for it was +well-known that a certain sprig of the nobility, +when on a visit to the colonies, had graciously +decided to make her and her fortune his own. +"She is not much to look at, but her fortune is +good," he had said to his friend, the Governor, +who was complaining that he had given up his +home and friends to spend five years penal servitude +amongst those ignorant Australian savages. +A few days after, therefore, the Honourable—it +would be unfair to give his name—presented +himself to Hilda, and was about to offer her his +hand and heart, when he was stopped midway +with the remark—"I am really very busy to-day. +If it is a situation on one of my stations that +you want, I will be pleased to mention your +name to my manager, for I do not meddle with +those matters myself." It is not known if he +ever consulted the manager.</p> + +<p>She now owned three large stations, besides +city property and countless investments. The +management of all this she had taken into her +own hands on her coming of age. She then +purchased Blue Gums, the handsome mansion +in which we have seen her, where she shocked +and scandalised Society for the moment by enter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span>taining +on her own account. Society salved its +conscience by holding aloof from her for a few +weeks, then thought better of it, and she was +now one of the most prominent entertainers in +Sydney. At Government House she was not a +frequent visitor, the foppery and toadyism there +were revolting to her. As she said, bluntly, +"There's too much hypocrisy there for me!"</p> + +<p>As a schoolgirl she was somewhat tom-boyish +and a recognised leader in the mild forms of +mischief open to the limited capabilities of +young ladies' academies. Memories of an +heroic pillow-fight, in which she figured as a +leader, still linger among her schoolfellows. But +her happiest times were the holidays spent in +the rough enjoyments of Australian station life.</p> + +<p>Life on a station is an interesting phase of +colonial existence. There are stations, of course, +in these degenerate days, where a great deal of +style and vulgar "side" is put on; where the +house-servants are in livery; the dinner is served +on silver plates, in empty mimicry of a ducal +mansion; where all travelling sprigs of nobility +are welcomed by the proprietor (who was probably +a costermonger before his emigration) to +whom he is glad to introduce his daughter with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span> +the scarcely-veiled recommendation that she has +fifty thousand to carry in her hand to the right +man, provided he has good English blue blood +in his veins and none of the inferior colonial +trickle. Fortunately for Hilda, she spent her +holidays on a typical Australian station, managed +on Australian lines, by an Australian owner, with +Australian hands. Here she became an expert +horsewoman and her fearless nature had full +play in its stirring daily work, of which she +always took her fair share. Her bosom friend +and fellow-conspirator at school was Susan +Tyton, the daughter of old Tyton, the owner of +the station "Cattle Downs," and the two +girls invariably contrived to be there during the +annual muster, in the work of which she had +been known to perform the duties of an experienced +stockman.</p> + +<p>May had once listened, with vivid interest, to +the following description by an old stockrider of +one of her feats. He said—"I can see old +Tyton now, coming out of the house, followed +by the two girls, his daughter and Miss Mannahill. +'Now then, girls, if you are ready,' says old +Tyton: and we bring them two of the horses. +They have no ladies' saddles, no pommels to hold<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span> +on to, only just a man's saddle with one stirrup, +and it was a treat to see them spring into them +and settle themselves down and quietly wait +orders. They used to dress in short habit and +leggings. The stockmen take one direction, +and Tyton with his party take another, at +full gallop, a pace they keep up for a mile or +more. There is a big double in front of them +and Tyton calls a halt, but the girls either +do not or will not hear and, tightening their +reins and over—up—over! they both fly the +two high fences and calmly turn their horses' +heads and open the gates for the others. They +meet old Tyton's severe look with a smiling—'Don't +be cross, we won't do it again. It was +too tempting.' The old chap is too proud of +them to say more than warn them not to take +too much out of their horses. 'Gad!' adds the +old fellow, 'I'd like some of them fashionable +ladies who talk of their riding to see you two.' +After a couple of hours' riding, they come across +some black boys who have been keeping the +cattle from going back to the hills. They now +know that the outside boundary is reached. Fastened +on each of their saddles is a stock whip, +which each now takes off, and a few preliminary<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> +cracks are given. Fancy your town girls cracking +and handling a whip sixteen feet long! +After a short halt for a spell, Tyton himself +gallops along the ranks and orders all to push +on. That is the signal for a general shout, +cracking of whips, barking of dogs, and yells +from the niggers: soon there is one vast crowd +of living animals in front of them. Now and +then a refractory beast breaks away and rushes +the ranks, but the horses are on the alert, and +they soon round him in, for there is no tugging +required—you merely stick to your pigskin. +Hil and Susy are doing their share along the +line and are about four hundred yards apart. +Presently a small mob, led on by a huge black +bull, charges right between them, and, followed +by others, dashes back towards the mountains. +The girls' horses are after them, but do not, +as you may suppose, attempt to head them. +They are quite content to ride alongside the leader, +who, being in good forward condition, begins +to blow. A signal is given, and both girls take +a fierce grip of their whips, and make direct for +the bull; he is nonplussed, seeing two horses +coming in opposite directions and gradually +slackens down until he comes to a stop, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> +there he stands pawing the ground, his tail +erect, his eyes glistening. Like a stroke of +lightning two horses pass him, and before he +knows what's up he feels a couple of severe cuts +across his head. This is repeated, and very soon +he is glad to be allowed to turn back and go +on peacefully. The girls meet and begin chatting +on some outside topic, without a comment +on their smart work. Gradually they draw +closer to the ranks, and are once more in the +line, having brought back the deserters. The +big paddock, where the yards are, now comes in +sight. It is recognised by some of the older +cattle who have been in before, and they pull up +and sniff the air, which means danger ahead, +and puts the whole mob on the <i>qui vive</i>. This +is about the most anxious time of all—to get a +leader who will go easily: but should he turn +obstinate they would rush the line, and the +whole week's work would have to be repeated. +Besides, in a mob like that, numbering close +on ten thousand, hundreds would be either +killed or seriously injured in their mad career. +All seemed to recognise the dangerous situation, +and Tyton begins to get anxious, especially as +some of the leaders are snorting and shewing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> +fight. Now it happened that that black bull +and his party were one of the mobs nearest +to the entrance; there was a clear run +before them direct, so without consulting +any one, the girls galloped into the mob, +which separated before them, and got on to +that bull again. A couple of smacks were +enough. He was only too anxious to get out of +their way, and made straight for the run, followed +by his mob. The others followed suit, +and the whole mob were in the big paddock. +While this was going on, Tyton was a picture. +He neither spoke nor moved. 'They're mad. +They'll ruin all. Why, they've started the mob, +the others are following. Oh, it's all right. +Hurrah, we are saved! Hurrah, boys! Hurrah!' +This is taken up, and even the black boys +join in."</p> + +<p>It was daring acts of this kind which had +made Hilda the heroine of her own and Cattle +Downs stations. Many were the tales told by the +station hands of her feats of horsemanship and +of the incorrigible buck-jumpers she had tamed. +Moreover, she could box any man on the station. +There was a certain amount of bush-romance +attaching to her name, enough to have made<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> +her a legendary figure had she lived in mediæval +times. And yet, withal, she was a thorough girl +of her century, educated and refined, but endowed +with a masculine strength and a rigid +uprightness of character. She was a genuine +product of the land which gave her birth and +she shared with the fullest enthusiasm in the +aspirations and ideals of young Australia.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX.<br /><br /> + +BRISBANE.</h2> + + +<p>True to her time, the <i>Maranoa</i> reached +Moreton Bay, and entered for the mouth of the +Brisbane river. Here the scenery was of an +uncommon and striking description, but as they +neared the town the river dwindled to a mere +mud-hole, similar to that at Launceston. After +some delay she was made fast alongside the +<i>Buninyong</i>, which had maintained, during its +voyage, the two hours' start it had had. Hilda +had visited Brisbane before, and knew her way +about, so the girls had perfected all their plans +during the voyage, and on landing, immediately +crossed over to the Grand Hotel, and engaged a +room.</p> + +<p>"We cannot say how long we shall stay, but +should we go, our luggage can remain here +until we call or send for it," said Hil to the maid<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> +who showed them their room, which they +entered and locked the door.</p> + +<p>"Now then, May, we'll try on our new rig-out."</p> + +<p>"Shall we dress now?"</p> + +<p>"Rather—you try on that," answered Hil, as +she drew from her portmanteau a man's suit of +tweed.</p> + +<p>Amid a good deal of laughter, they dressed +themselves in their new garb. Hil had neglected +nothing, and had even provided two pairs of +specially-made corsets which enabled the waist +to appear even with the hips, instead of tapering. +Loose flannel shirts, with collars attached, +obviated all differences of appearance +about the bust. Padded boots, two sizes too +large for them, met the difficulty of small feet.</p> + +<p>"Now for the finishing touch," said Hil, as +she fixed a small downy moustache on May's +upper lip and handed her a pair of eye-glasses. +She wore herself a similar appendage, somewhat +heavier, and carefully darkened her chin. +The result was most satisfactory. Then producing +two long macintoshes, which completely enveloped +their figures, and fixing veils round the +tweed caps they wore, they repacked their portmanteaus, +watched a favourable opportunity, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span> +slipped out of the hotel and proceeded to a quiet +bye-street near the wharf. Here their macintoshes +and veils disappeared into the river, and +two spick and span young gentlemen emerged +into the main thoroughfare again. The feeling +was peculiar at first, but as no one appeared +to take particular notice of them, they soon +felt complete confidence in their disguise.</p> + +<p>"Let's get a smoke, Hil," said May, stopping +at a tobacconist's, "it will heighten the illusion." +And quite in the regulation manner they strolled +along, puffing cigarettes.</p> + +<p>Their confidence became so great that they +returned to the hotel and enquired if two ladies +had arrived. The porter answered in the affirmative, +but said they were out at that moment. +They continued their way, and entered the saloon +of the "Royal."</p> + +<p>"What are you drinking?" asked Hil.</p> + +<p>"Brandy and soda, please," said May, as she +squeezed the barmaid's hand on the sly.</p> + +<p>"Let's sit down," said Hil, "and fix on our +names. Mine is Percy."</p> + +<p>"And mine is Jack," promptly answered her +companion.</p> + +<p>They sat at the table smoking and sipping the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span> +drinks before them, occasionally ogling the barmaid, +when both were rather startled at the +entrance of Hal and Reg. A covert kick from +Hil made both extremely cautious.</p> + +<p>"What will you try, Hal?" said Reg, with a +casual glance round the room and a critical one +at the ladies behind the bar.</p> + +<p>"Ale, thanks. I wonder if there is an English +boat in."</p> + +<p>"That's meant for us: new chums," whispered +Hil to May, and picking up the <i>Evening +Observer</i>, she glanced over the contents.</p> + +<p>"They seem to be pretty friendly," said May, +pointing to the boys, who were monopolising +the barmaid's time and attention.</p> + +<p>"What'll you have, Jack," said Hil, aloud. +"I say, miss, when you are at leisure—"</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon, sir," answered the barmaid, +coming forward.</p> + +<p>"Same again, miss, please."</p> + +<p>"Very little brandy," put in May, for she +noticed the spittoon by her side was nearly +full and would not carry much more.</p> + +<p>Reg picked up the paper which Hil had laid +down, and looking down the columns gave a +start at something that met his eye. Calling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> +Hal aside, he shewed it him. Hal merely +nodded his head and, shortly after, they left. As +soon as they had gone, Hil took up the paper +again, and looking at the column Reg had +pointed to, turned to May, and said:</p> + +<p>"I was wondering what had startled those +two and I believe it must be this."</p> + +<p>May looked at the column she indicated and +read:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"W—k, come to-morrow. All safe, S—l."</p></div> + +<p>"Nothing in that, Percy," answered May. +"That girl's name is Sal, she's in it," she added, +in a lower voice.</p> + +<p>"They look like detectives, those two," said +Hil sharply, out loud, turning round to watch +the effect of her announcement.</p> + +<p>The lady, who wore her name conspicuously +engraved upon her ring, coloured and seemed +disconcerted, and shortly after quitted the saloon.</p> + +<p>"Come for a stroll as far as the Post Office," +said Hil, as she saw Sal return with a letter in +her hand.</p> + +<p>"Are you gentlemen going to the Post Office?" +she asked, sweetly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, we're going to try our luck again."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span>"Would you mind taking this letter, and +handing it in to the Telegraph Department. +Here is a shilling to pay for it."</p> + +<p>"I'll take the letter, my dear, with pleasure, +but not the shilling," said Hil, patting the girl +affectionately on the cheek.</p> + +<p>"You'll see it's sent off at once, for it concerns +a young lady whose mother is ill."</p> + +<p>"I'll go as fast as I can carry it. Come on, +Jack," answered Hil, leaving the saloon hurriedly, +followed by May.</p> + +<p>Outside, she turned to her companion, and +asked:</p> + +<p>"Do you know what I have got here?"</p> + +<p>"Wyck's address."</p> + +<p>"I think so, we'll see," and she tore the letter +open hurriedly, as if the action hardly commended +itself to her. Taking out the enclosure, +she read:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"V. Wyckliffe, Royal Hotel, Toowoomba. Two men enquiring +for you. Go to back country.—Sal."</p></div> + +<p>"Where's Toowoomba, Hil?"</p> + +<p>"It's on the overland road to Sydney, about +five hours' journey. Have you a guide?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span>"Yes, here we are. Express leaves at +6.30."</p> + +<p>"Good! Come, we will have to change our +rig. He'll strike off for the back country, the +wire shews that. We shall want moleskin trousers +and rougher clothes."</p> + +<p>"Why? Won't these do?" asked May, not +liking the idea.</p> + +<p>"Not for the bush, May. Of course, we will +go in these and take the others with us in case +of emergency. Come on, time is precious," and +she led the way to an outfitter's.</p> + +<p>The boys left the hotel for the purpose of +consulting freely together outside. As they +paced the street, Reg said:</p> + +<p>"That certainly seems strange. W—k may +stand for Wyck, and S—l for Sal, for that is the +barmaid's name. If it is so, he is still in Brisbane."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I suppose so," answered Hal, thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>"Would it not be as well to question that +girl about it?"</p> + +<p>"Why, of course, of course. What are we +thinking of?" and Hal turned back and once +more entered the hotel.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span>"Do you know where Wyck is now, miss?" +he asked in a familiar manner.</p> + +<p>"No, I don't," answered she in a flurried +way, blushing to the roots of her hair.</p> + +<p>"Yes you do, miss," said Reg, laughing. +"He is a friend of ours and we want to see +him badly."</p> + +<p>"I don't know who you mean," she answered, +becoming very red and angry. And the boys +seeing there was no chance of finding out anything +went out again.</p> + +<p>As they passed the Post Office they called in +on the chance of finding something, and were +gratified at having a telegram handed to them, +which read as follows:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Morris and Winter, Brisbane. Wyck at Toowoomba. Saw wire +Dick. Says going bush. Terence O'Flynn."</p></div> + +<p>"What's the guide say, Reg?"</p> + +<p>"Express 6.30. It's now 4.30."</p> + +<p>"What's he making for the bush for? He +thinks he will escape us that way. If he does +he's mistaken, for he's tumbling right into my +arms," remarked Hal with a grim smile.</p> + +<p>"I must say he is a bit smarter than I gave +him credit for," said Reg.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span>"This is not a bad place, Reg, is it?"</p> + +<p>"No. It's a bit warm. What are the people +like—same as down South?"</p> + +<p>"No, my boy. They are like the climate—warm—and +they make it so if anything displeases +them. They are the most independent and +democratic lot in the colonies and, when the +great smash comes, I shall be much mistaken if +the voice of Queensland is not the first to cry +'Australia for the Australians.' But now to +business. If we are going in for bush work we +must have a bush outfit, so come on," and +they walked towards the same outfitter's at which +ten minutes previously the girls had rigged themselves +out.</p> + +<p>They were hardly out of sight of the Post +Office when a hansom-cab drew up at the door, +and a young man, looking furtively round, hastily +alit and hurried into the office to enquire for +letters. One was handed to him with the +letters O.H.M.S. upon it, which he opened, +signed the certificate enclosed and received +from the savings-bank clerk a sum of money in +gold. Pocketing the money, he hurried into his +cab and drove away. The man was Villiers +Wyckliffe, and there was anything but a pleasant<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span> +look on his face, for at heart he was an arrant +coward. "Confound those fellows," he muttered +to himself, "they may get here at any time. +I had to come back here for money, but I'll go +back to Toowoomba again, as it is a handy place +to make for the open country at a moment's +notice. Who in the deuce would have thought +that a fellow would make so much fuss over a +girl as that fellow Morris is doing. He and his +friend mean mischief, for Dick told me of their +carryings-on at Melbourne. If they track me +I'll shoot them down like the dogs they are. +If I could only get away I'd go back to England, +for people are not so particular there. Damn +Australia, I say! I wish I had never seen it." +His face had grown black with anger, and falling +back, he fell to commiserating his lot. +"There are so many pretty girls here," he +murmured. "And these confounded fellows +are spoiling all my fun." Here any further +reflections were disturbed by his arrival at the +"George."</p> + +<p>"Call for me in time to catch the 6.30 +express," he shouted to the cabby, as he hurried +inside.</p> + +<p>"Let's come in here for a drink," said Hal,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span> +leading the way into the saloon of the "George," +some ten minutes later.</p> + +<p>Calling for drinks, they were surprised to see +the two new chums that they had noticed before, +sitting there.</p> + +<p>"We meet again," whispered Hil to May.</p> + +<p>"Well, here's luck, old chap," said Hal to +Reg. "I wonder how old Goody and his +daughter are getting on."</p> + +<p>A kick passed between the new chums, who +sat as if they noticed nothing.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I wonder. She and her cousin are going +on the detective business as well, eh? That's +a good joke; but she's a jolly girl," answered +Reg.</p> + +<p>"I'd like to meet that cousin of hers," replied +Hal. "From all accounts, she is a bit of a +star."</p> + +<p>"I think we ought to wire them that we have +left Sydney. They'll be wondering what has +come to us."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I should like to let them know. To +tell the truth, I thought they wanted to join us, +or something of that kind, and, much as I like +women, I could not stand that," said Hal, +smiling.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span>"It's time to go, old chap. Ta-ta, miss," +and they left to get ready for their journey.</p> + +<p>As soon as they were gone, the two new +chums looked at each other and burst out +laughing.</p> + +<p>"So, you're a jolly girl, May!"</p> + +<p>"And you're a bit of a star."</p> + +<p>"Come, let's get ahead of them at any rate. +We'll see if girls are so much in the way, Mr. +Hal. I consider it a gross piece of impertinence," +said Hil, leading the way with an air of +injured dignity.</p> + +<p>"A nobbler of brandy please, miss, and let +me have a flask too," said Wyck, hurriedly +entering the saloon, for his cab was waiting to +take him to the station.</p> + +<p>The 6.30 express started for Toowoomba, taking +five people, divided into three parties, each +party quite unaware of the presence of the +others. A lady had shadowed the boys to the +station, and seeing them enter the train, +left hastily for the Post Office, whence she despatched +the following telegram:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Wyckliffe, Toowoomba. They left by to-night's express for +Toowoomba. Danger. Sal.</p></div> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXI" id="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI.<br /><br /> + +TOOWOOMBA.</h2> + + +<p>Toowoomba being the junction of the Western +Line and the chief town on the Darling +Downs, the station was a larger one than ordinary. +As the express steamed in all was +life and bustle, for the down-train had arrived +at the same time on the opposite side. Wyck +having only a rug to look after, and knowing the +run of the place, jumped out directly the train +stopped and, calling a cab, drove to the Royal +Hotel. Arriving there, he looked at the rack, +and saw two telegrams addressed to himself, +which he opened eagerly.</p> + +<p>"By Jove, they're here!" he said to himself, +and to the barman he cried, "Brandy!"</p> + +<p>"You'll take the same room, sir," said the +barman, handing him the drink, and wondering +at his hurried manner.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Say, George, if anyone calls for me I am +not in," said he, laying half-a-crown in close +proximity to George's hand.</p> + +<p>"I'm fly, governor," said that worthy, pocketing +the half-crown.</p> + +<p>Wyck hurried upstairs to his room. Locking +the door he sat down on the bed to think +matters over. His limbs were trembling with +nervous apprehension. Every step that passed +his door made him start, and several times +he had recourse to his flask to calm himself. +The liquor had the desired effect, and +lighting a cigar, he smoked on in silence. The +smoke grew less, the cigar went out, but still he +was gazing into space. A step passing his door +woke him from his reverie. He took another +long pull at his brandy-flask and shaking himself +together walked to the looking-glass, and +addressed his own image thus:</p> + +<p>"Now, Wyck, my boy, you'll have to get +out of this, and there is only one way of +doing it, and that is to disguise yourself. +Your moustache must come off first," and he +gave that handsome appendage an affectionate +farewell twist. "We must part, so here goes," +and opening his dressing-case he set to work,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span> +and five minutes later was a clean-shaven man. +Then he began to make elaborate preparations +for his character in the bush by ripping +his trousers and blackening them here +and there. After a considerable amount of +destruction had been done he considered his +disguise satisfactory, and prepared for bed. +To guard against over-sleeping himself he tied +a string to the boots outside his door, and +fixed the other end round his wrist. Then, +taking a final sip from his flask, he jumped +into bed and was soon fast asleep. He seemed +scarcely to have dropped off before he was +dreaming that Morris had him by the wrist +and was sitting on his chest.</p> + +<p>"Mercy!" he gurgled, at the same time +rising in bed and wrenching his arm free, a +process which brought forth the expression of +a loud oath from outside the door.</p> + +<p>"What's your game?" called out the owner +of the voice, and Wyck woke fully and remembered. +Springing out of bed he called the boots +into his room.</p> + +<p>"What's your game, young fellow?" repeated +that worthy.</p> + +<p>"I wanted you to wake me. Come, have a nip."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span>"Don't mind if I do, boss."</p> + +<p>"What's your name?"</p> + +<p>"Bill Adams. Here's luck, boss."</p> + +<p>"Say, Bill, can you hold your tongue?"</p> + +<p>"All depends."</p> + +<p>"Here's a sovereign," said Wyck, handing +him one.</p> + +<p>"I can hold it as tight as wax, boss."</p> + +<p>"Then listen. I got into a bit of a mess over +a girl, and there are some chaps after me. They +came by the express last night, and if I'm here +they'll find me."</p> + +<p>"Then you'd better get out of here."</p> + +<p>"That's just what I want to do. How is it to +be done? See I have shaved my moustache +and altered my clothes."</p> + +<p>"What did yer cut them for?"</p> + +<p>"I want to be a tramp."</p> + +<p>"Let me fix yer up. Just yer stay here," said +Bill, disappearing to return a few minutes later +with a swag, which he laid on the floor and +opened.</p> + +<p>"Now then, just you put on these breeches, +shirt and boots."</p> + +<p>Five minutes later Wyck did not recognise +himself, as he looked in the glass.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span>"Now then, boss, if you're smart, there's a +goods train leaves for the West at six, you +can catch that."</p> + +<p>"Will you take charge of these things?" +asked Wyck, strapping up his portmanteau, +flurried with the success of his scheme.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I'll watch 'em for you."</p> + +<p>"Which way do I go?"</p> + +<p>"This way," said Bill, leading him to a back +entrance, opening on a lane leading to Ruthven +Street.</p> + +<p>"Here's another for you, Bill, and if you look +after my things I'll give you a couple more when +I come back," said Wyck, handing him another +sovereign.</p> + +<p>"Right you are, boss!" and as he closed the +door upon him, a grin spread over his face, and +he said to himself:</p> + +<p>"Two yellow boys for old Joe's swag, eh? +Wonder what old Joe'll say when he comes to +look for 'em?"</p> + +<p>Wyck reached the station safely, and asking +how far the train went, was told "Roma."</p> + +<p>"First, Rome," said he to the porter, without +thinking.</p> + +<p>"Roma, you mean, boss. Besides there ain't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> +no first class on a goods train," said the porter, +with a grin.</p> + +<p>"You know what I mean," replied Wyck, annoyed.</p> + +<p>"All right, here you are, boss," he answered, +handing him a ticket, and noting his white hands +and the chink of gold in his pocket.</p> + +<p>"Hullo, mate! how far are you going?" asked +a genuine tramp, as he joined him in the +van.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon," said Wyck, forgetting +his character and disgusted with the fellow's +familiarity.</p> + +<p>"Hoity toity! here's a joke," said the old +tramp, much to the porter's amusement, as the +train moved slowly off, bearing Wyck to the +bush.</p> + +<p>The boys were not long in following Wyck +out of their train, but as they thought he +might get in at Toowoomba they kept a close +watch on all passengers travelling North and +South. Reg tipped the conductors of both boudoir +cars, in order to look through them, and +when both trains started again, they felt satisfied +he must be still in Toowoomba, unless he +had left previous to their arrival. Off they went<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span> +to the nearest hotel, and engaged a double-bedded +room, in which they locked themselves.</p> + +<p>"What's the programme now, Hal?" said +Reg.</p> + +<p>"If he's here we must nab him. When does +the first train start to-morrow?"</p> + +<p>"The guide says, 10.30 South, and 1.50 +West."</p> + +<p>"We'd better get up early and go round the +town. You can put on your rig and appear as a +stranger looking round, while I'll put on my bush +rig and go amongst the swaggies and loafers in +the bars. They generally have their eyes open +and my idea is that our man will have got hold +of one of them for information," said Hal, pulling +out his bush togs.</p> + +<p>"What shall I do, then?"</p> + +<p>"Just knock around and keep your eyes open. +He may drive away. Of course he may have +got away by now, but it's our only chance."</p> + +<p>The next morning by half-past six both had +left their room to commence their search. Hal +did not need any coaching in the manners or +ways of a bushman. He had seen too many of +that fraternity during his travels. With a slouch +hat, a grisly beard, a crimson shirt, a clean pair<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span> +of moles with straps fastened below the knees, +and a rough pair of boots, he looked the typical +bushman in search of work. His hands were +stained and looked sunburnt and dirty. He walked +with a slow, long stride, first into one public-house, +then another, calling invariably for a +quid of tobacco in preference to liquor. He +struck into conversation with several of his own +kidney, and interviewed boots and barmen, +without finding out anything of service to him, +but still he kept on patiently until he came to +the "Royal," where he found an old man sweeping +the bar.</p> + +<p>"Good-day, boss," said the sweeper.</p> + +<p>"Good-day. Have a drink?"</p> + +<p>"Don't mind if I do have a pint," said he, +readily.</p> + +<p>"I'll have rum," said Hal.</p> + +<p>After a little desultory conversation and the +drinks had disappeared the sweeper, whom +the barman addressed as Bill, returned the +compliment, and put down a sovereign in payment.</p> + +<p>"Hallo, Bill, where did you make this?" +called out the barman, considerably astonished +to find Bill with a sovereign in his possession.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span>"Never you mind. Give us a drink and +have one yourself," he answered.</p> + +<p>The drinks were served and Bill received his +change, but still the barman seemed curious.</p> + +<p>"Where did you get it, Bill?" he asked +again, coming from behind the bar, which gave +Hal an opportunity of getting rid of his rum.</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said Bill, huffily. "Can't a +fellow have a sovereign without you troubling +yourself?"</p> + +<p>Hal now became decidedly interested, and +ordered another round of drinks, this time including +the barman. The barman returned the +compliment, and Bill, having four pints of beer +inside him, began to talk volubly on his strong +point—thoroughbreds. Still the barman +seemed to think he ought to have a share of +that sovereign, and again plied Bill with +questions.</p> + +<p>"Tell us, Bill. Did you prig it?"</p> + +<p>"Prig it! You go to the devil. Come on, +mate, let's have another drink," and Bill began +to show signs of intoxication.</p> + +<p>"Rather, Bill," answered Hal, pretending to +be similarly affected. So far, he had succeeded +in throwing his liquor down a hole in the floor.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span>The landlord now appeared on the scene and +began to rate Bill for neglecting his work.</p> + +<p>"I ain't a-going to chop your wood, I ain't; +eh, mate? We ain't a-going to chop wood."</p> + +<p>"No, that we ain't," said Hal, with a lurch.</p> + +<p>The barman stopped the retort rising to the +landlord's lips by whispering, "plenty of stuff," +in his ear. Thereupon the latter asked where +Mr. Wyckliffe had gone.</p> + +<p>"Who?" said Bill. "He's No. 5, ain't he?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Well, he give me two bob, and went away +early."</p> + +<p>"Where did he go to, Bill?" asked the barman.</p> + +<p>"Don't know, and don't care. Give us another +drink." After which he staggered away, followed +by Hal, to the back, in the direction of +the stables.</p> + +<p>"I'm going to sleep," he said, entering a small +house attached to the coach-house, where a lot +of bags were strewn about.</p> + +<p>Hal staggered after him, and noticed a portmanteau +and a rug in the corner. Bill tottered +to a rude bunk, on which he fell, and was soon +fast asleep and snoring loudly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span>Hal hearing him mutter, leant over him and +managed to make out the following:</p> + +<p>"Get up—six o'clock train West—Go to 'ell—two +yellow boys," from which he drew his own +deductions. Then he proceeded to examine the +portmanteau, which he found unlocked. He +could hardly restrain his joy when he found lying +underneath the things Wyck's famous ebony +stick. It was beautifully mounted and polished +and its numerous notches were carefully cut. +The temptation was too great to resist and Hal +calmly appropriated it, slipping it down the leg +of his trousers, then he staggered out of the +yard down a lane towards the creek. When he +was well out of sight he carefully pulled off his +old coat, and took from the pocket a silk coat +and pair of overalls. These were quickly donned, +the wig and beard disappeared, and he straightened +himself out and walked back through the +yard into the street, looking like an ordinary +tradesman.</p> + +<p>Reg was waiting for him when he got back.</p> + +<p>"He left by this morning's train for West," +said Hal.</p> + +<p>"I thought so. I enquired at the station, +and they told me a goods train ran twice a week<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span> +at that hour, and one had gone this morning, +but the man who was on duty then had gone +home."</p> + +<p>"What's the next train, Reg?"</p> + +<p>"1.50."</p> + +<p>"Well, we'll go by that. But, come here, I +have something to show you," said Hal, leading +the way to their room, and producing the stick.</p> + +<p>"My God! the stick," cried Reg, and taking +it in his hands, looked as if he could have +smashed it to a thousand pieces.</p> + +<p>Hal left him, thinking it was better for him +to be alone with the bitter reflections the sight +of the stick had caused.</p> + +<p>When the girls left the train they did not go +to a hotel, but to a boarding-house near the +station. Several rough-looking men were loitering +about the door and on the step sat a dirty, +fat woman.</p> + +<p>"Good-evening, missus. Got any beds?" said +Hil.</p> + +<p>"Yes, come in, gentlemen. What price do +you want. I've got 'em from sixpence to +eighteen-pence."</p> + +<p>"Let's see the eighteenpennys, then."</p> + +<p>"This way," said she, leading them along a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span> +long passage. "Here you are, a fine double-bed +fit for a hemperor," and she flung open a +door on which "<i>Privit</i>" was marked.</p> + +<p>"Tell you what I'll do. Half-a-crown for the +two of yer," said she.</p> + +<p>"All right, missus," said Hil, laying down +her luggage.</p> + +<p>"No, it ain't all right. Not that I doubts +you, but you'll have to sugar up afore you +touches it."</p> + +<p>"Here you are then," answered Hil, handing +her the money.</p> + +<p>"Want anything to heat!"</p> + +<p>"No, thank you. Good-night."</p> + +<p>"Suppose you are new chums, ain't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. Good-night, we're going to bed."</p> + +<p>"Well, good-night!" she answered, disappearing +reluctantly.</p> + +<p>"What a relief," said May, as she took off her +large boots and divested herself of her male +attire.</p> + +<p>"How do you like being a man?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, it would be all right when you got used +to it, I suppose, but I must say it is a little +awkward at first. I'm chafed all over."</p> + +<p>"I'm out of practice, too, but on the whole I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> +consider we did very well. I don't see that we +can do much good by getting up early to-morrow. +The first train does not leave before half-past +eleven."</p> + +<p>"I think eight o'clock time enough," said +May, who was completely tired out, although +she would not give in.</p> + +<p>"Well, we'll have a well-earned rest," said +Hil, turning in alongside her friend.</p> + +<p>"Do you gentlemen want breakfast?" said a +voice at the door, the next morning.</p> + +<p>"What's the time?"</p> + +<p>"Past eight o'clock."</p> + +<p>"All right. We'll be out in a few minutes."</p> + +<p>When they appeared breakfast was in full +swing, and a large proportion of the men round +the table wore the railway uniform. As they +entered, Hil heard one of them say:</p> + +<p>"He was the greatest card I ever saw in all +my life."</p> + +<p>"Who's that, Joe?" asked another.</p> + +<p>"Why that cove as went by the six goods. +He was wearing togs that did not belong to him, +and if I don't mistake he had old Bill Adams's +hat on."</p> + +<p>"What did he do, Joe?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span>"Do," said Joe, laughing. "He comes to the +office in a fluster and says: 'First, Rome.' I +says: 'There ain't no first Rome, Roma you mean.' +'You know what I want,' says he, and when he +took his change I noticed his hands was snowy +white: he had a ring on and I could hear the +gold chinking in his pocket."</p> + +<p>"What's his name?" asked the landlady.</p> + +<p>"I don't know, but I'm going up to the +'Royal' to enquire about Bill's hat."</p> + +<p>The girls had listened greedily to all this, and +after breakfast they disguised themselves further +by changing their wigs, in case they should meet +the boys, and went on to the "Royal" to hear the +name of the passenger to Roma.</p> + +<p>"We'll follow by the 1.50," said Hil, when +her enquiries were answered.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXII" id="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII.<br /><br /> + +DALBY.</h2> + + +<p>As the 1.50 train was preparing to start, four +men stood round the ticket-office. They were +the boys and the girls. The former had chosen +clothes similar to those Hal had used with so +much success, while the latter assumed a dress +that might be worn by anyone without being +conspicuous.</p> + +<p>There is no country in the world where it is +more difficult to judge a person by his dress +than Australia. You may sit beside a rough, +vulgar-looking fellow, with an old cabbage-tree +hat and a dirty pair of moles, with all the appearance +of a tramp; yet he may be a squatter, +who could write a cheque for twenty thousand. +To a casual observer, the boys would easily pass +as shearers or men on the look-out for work, and +the girls would pass as easily for new chums.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span> +There were plenty of both classes scattered over +the country, and neither party was likely to attract +exceptional attention.</p> + +<p>"You can only book to Dalby," said the ticket-clerk. +"There has been a break-down beyond +that point."</p> + +<p>"When?" asked Hal.</p> + +<p>"Last night. I fancy it is due to some of the +shearers, who are out on strike, so, if you are +going for a job, you had better look out and +join the union."</p> + +<p>"We won't trouble them," answered Hal. +"We are going for cattle," and he took two +second-class tickets for Dalby.</p> + +<p>"Two second, Dalby," said Hil, following +close behind him.</p> + +<p>As the train started May laughed and said:</p> + +<p>"Wonder where the boys are now?"</p> + +<p>"Probably in Brisbane still. We ought to +have returned good for evil, and wired them +where Wyck has gone; but I think they had +better find out for themselves, as they fancy +themselves so much."</p> + +<p>"I wonder what our lady detectives are +doing," said Reg to Hal, lighting his pipe.</p> + +<p>"In bed, asleep, I suppose, dreaming of Wyck."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span>"We ought to have wired them at Sydney, +and given them a hint."</p> + +<p>"No, not at all. It would be ridiculous to +think of women in this country. But where's +the stick, Reg?"</p> + +<p>"It's in my swag. I had to cut it in two, +but I reckon now that we have that, we shall +soon have the owner, and when we do, God +help him."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he'll stand in need of all the help he +can get," said Hal, looking musingly at Reg's +resolute face.</p> + +<p>The railway station at Dalby presented an unusually +animated appearance on their arrival, for +the word had been given that a large number +of non-union shearers were coming to take the +place of those on strike, and the latter had +collected to give the newcomers a warm welcome. +As soon as the train stopped a crowd +gathered round the carriage in which the boys +and the girls travelled.</p> + +<p>"Here they are," shouted a burly, red-headed +fellow, who appeared to be their leader.</p> + +<p>"What's your game, gentlemen?" asked Hal, +boldly stepping out, followed by Reg and the +girls.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span>"Are you the black-legs?"</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"Are you shearers?"</p> + +<p>"No, decidedly not. Why?"</p> + +<p>"Because we heard some black-legs were +coming. That's all."</p> + +<p>Two of the passengers were injudicious +enough to say they were shearers, one of them +calling out—"I'm a shearer, and I'm going to +work, for I've a wife and family to keep. D—n +your unions."</p> + +<p>With a war-whoop the whole body, headed by +the red-headed bully, made for the two men, +who, in spite of the presence of six constables, +were doomed to be knocked about severely, if +not in danger of being killed, when Hil, in an +impulsive moment, rushed forward to their +rescue.</p> + +<p>"Stand aside, you cowards," she called out, +producing a revolver. "I shoot the first man that +touches them again." Then the crowd fell back +for a moment.</p> + +<p>"You dirty cowards," said Hal, coming forward +with Reg.</p> + +<p>"Who the devil are you?" said the red-headed +leader.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span>"I'm a man, and I'll see fair play. What +right have you to kick these fellows?"</p> + +<p>"You're very plucky, all because your mate +has got a shooting-iron."</p> + +<p>"I can use my fists, too," said Hil, putting up +her revolver and standing forward.</p> + +<p>"Here put up your hands," interposed Hal +and, pushing Hil aside, gave the fellow one from +the shoulder that staggered him.</p> + +<p>"A fight, a fight," yelled the crowd. "Go it, +stranger."</p> + +<p>Hal faced his man squarely and, watching +his opportunity, landed him one in the mouth +that stretched him flat on his back.</p> + +<p>"Any more?" asked Reg, looking round, as +if he would like his share. But the crowd had +had enough and, as the two men who had +been the cause of the row had taken advantage +of the fight to slip out of the way, Hal and +Reg and the girls got away without further +adventure.</p> + +<p>They found the town a very small one, which +had once, like most inland towns, been in a +fairly prosperous condition so long as the railway +kept away from it; but the advent of the iron +horse had caused it to fall, like scores of similar<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> +towns, into a deserted condition. Luck +favoured the boys, for on calling at Condon's +Hotel they got into conversation with an +old swag man.</p> + +<p>"Seen any strangers about to-day?" asked +Hal.</p> + +<p>"What do you call strangers—men like yourself?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Well, I see one come with Joe Brown by the +train this morning."</p> + +<p>"What sort of a looking fellow was he?"</p> + +<p>"He had old togs on, but didn't seem used to +them."</p> + +<p>"Where is he now?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know. Last I see of him he was in a +buggy."</p> + +<p>"What was he doing?"</p> + +<p>"Why, driving away, of course. Seemed +in a blooming hurry, too, and looked as if he +was going a journey by the stuff he had +aboard."</p> + +<p>"Where did he get the turn-out?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know; but this is awfully dry work, +boss."</p> + +<p>"Sing out then: a pint, eh?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span>"Rather, boss."</p> + +<p>Ten minutes later, the boys were in conversation +with the proprietor of the livery stables, if +they could be called such.</p> + +<p>"Well, all I know is that he paid me thirty +pound down for the whole turn-out, and I see +him driving away with an old shearer, named +Joe Brown," said the owner, in answer to their +questions.</p> + +<p>"Which direction did they take?"</p> + +<p>"Looked as if they were going to follow the +river: in fact, they'll have to, as water is scarce."</p> + +<p>"We want to overtake these fellows. Have you +another trap?"</p> + +<p>"Not to sell. I've got a fine buggy and pair +here. They could prick spots off the others. I +want a pound a-day for them."</p> + +<p>"Then hitch them up as fast as you like, and +put a good stock of feed in, while we go and +get ready."</p> + +<p>"By George, this is good business," said the +man to himself, as he hastened away to get the +horses ready.</p> + +<p>The boys hurried off to one of the stores, and +purchased a stock of provisions, a small tent, +and some cooking utensils. An hour later, they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> +drove away in pursuit of the fugitives, following +the road along the creek.</p> + +<p>The girls had been unsuccessful in finding +out anything. As they walked along the street, +they noticed a trap with two men in it drive +out of a yard.</p> + +<p>"I wonder where they are off to," said May.</p> + +<p>"Some squatter's turn-out, I suppose. Let's +go to the yard they came out of," answered +Hil.</p> + +<p>"They've gone after a gent who started this +morning," said the proprietor, in answer to her +enquiry.</p> + +<p>"Which way are they making?"</p> + +<p>"Along the river, I think."</p> + +<p>"I suppose you have not another trap and +horses ready."</p> + +<p>"No, sir. I've only got the two, and one of +them I sold this morning to the first gent."</p> + +<p>"What's on there?" asked Hil, pointing to +a crowd round some stockyards.</p> + +<p>"Auction, that's all."</p> + +<p>"Are they selling horses?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, some scrubbers, I think."</p> + +<p>"Come on, May. Let's have a look: we can +do with a pair of saddle-horses, for we must<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span> +follow on horseback, or we shall never overtake +them."</p> + +<p>"I'm agreeable."</p> + +<p>"That's not a bad hack. Rather weak in the +fore shoulder. Thirty bob, eh?" "Well it's +cheap at that," said Hil, examining the horse. +"Now this looks better. Come closer, I like +the look of this one," and strolling into the yard +she opened the horse's mouth.</p> + +<p>"I'll give you a couple of notes," she said to +the auctioneer.</p> + +<p>"Two pounds, two-ten, three, three-five, three-ten. +It's gone. You've got a bargain, young +fellow. What name?" sang out the auctioneer.</p> + +<p>"Cash," said she, promptly planking down +the money.</p> + +<p>Several other lots had been disposed of, but +nothing seemed to suit Hil, whose practised eye +could pick out a blemish at a glance.</p> + +<p>"Now then, stand aside. Look out. Hallo +there, look out," shouted several of the runners-in, +as they drove an untameable colt into the +yard.</p> + +<p>"Look out, young fellow. Come out," shouted +the auctioneer to Hil, who was quietly leaning +against the post fixed in the centre of the ring.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span> +"Look out," said he again, as the colt ran open-mouthed +at her, but a smack on the nose sent +him back, and letting fly with his heels, just +missed her, as she stepped quietly on one side.</p> + +<p>"Now then," said the auctioneer, with a wink +at the crowd, "the breeding of this horse is +well-known. What shall we say for her? A +tenner? Well then, a fiver."</p> + +<p>"Six," said Hil.</p> + +<p>"Six, six-ten, seven, seven. Gentlemen, is +there no advance? Seven once, seven twice. +It's yours, young fellow. What name?"</p> + +<p>"Cash," answered Hil, calmly paying up.</p> + +<p>"And now, young fellow, that you have got +him, might I ask what you are going to do with +him," said the auctioneer in a jocular manner, +which the crowd greeted with roars of laughter.</p> + +<p>"I'll ride him, I suppose," said Hil, quietly.</p> + +<p>"You're not the man," answered the auctioneer, +emphatically. "I'll bet you a fiver +you're not game to ride him now."</p> + +<p>"It's a wager. Where's a saddle?" said she.</p> + +<p>"I'll find a saddle quick enough," said the +auctioneer, smiling; then he added to the crowd, +"Gentlemen, we'll adjourn the sale till this +youngster mounts the colt."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span>"Right you are! Two to one he don't stick," +shouted an excited farmer by the auctioneer's side.</p> + +<p>"I'll take it," said May, handing a fiver to the +auctioneer, which the farmer reluctantly covered.</p> + +<p>A saddle and bridle were brought and carefully +examined by Hil. When she had satisfied +herself they were strong enough, the colt was +driven into a race, and after some delay the +bridle was fixed on him. It was a considerable +time before the saddle could be got on and +girthed to Hil's satisfaction. Then the colt was +led out.</p> + +<p>The excitement now was intense, more especially +as the colt began to lash out furiously, to +buck and pig in his efforts to dislodge the saddle, +for although dozens had tried to ride him he +had as yet come off best, and was known as +incurable to the country round.</p> + +<p>One man held the reins and tried to keep him +still, as he danced about, while Hil, with one +hand gripping the colt's ear and the other on +the saddle, stood watching her chance. The instant +the slightest weight was put on the saddle, +up went the horse in the air. Hil leaned +heavily on him several times, and then stood +aside till the colt began to become cunning and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span> +stood perfectly still the next time she leant upon +the saddle. Hil seeing her chance leapt into +the saddle, grasped the reins, and fixed her feet +in the stirrup-irons in an instant. The colt was +looked upon as a champion bucker, and he deserved +the honour, for rising into the air with +all four feet off the ground, he gave a twitch that +must have dislodged most riders, but Hil and the +horse were one. After bucking and pigging all +he knew, without succeeding in upsetting his +rider, the wary animal tried a new dodge. He +reared suddenly and fell back, trying to crush +his rider, but Hil was on the alert, for few knew +the ways of buck-jumpers more thoroughly and, +as the horse came down, she coolly stepped on +one side, and was on his back again the instant +he had recovered himself. That was too much +for the obstreperous animal; he knew he was +conquered and gave in to the inevitable, allowing +himself to be handled and put through his paces +with suspicious docility.</p> + +<p>"I'll trouble you for the stakes," said May, +pocketing fifteen pounds.</p> + +<p>"I want five from you, sir," said Hil. "Thank +you. Now then, boys, if you will come over to +the pub we'll blue this fiver."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span>They adjourned to the public-house and had +drinks round. Hil, turning to the auctioneer, +said:</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what it is, boss. I'd not take +ten times what I gave for him. Mark my +word, you'll hear something of that colt some +day."</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't mind losing my fiver at any +rate, for you certainly have earned it. That colt +has been looked on as a terror to the neighbourhood. +Nobody would have him at a gift, and it +was only because you looked like a new chum +that I ran him in."</p> + +<p>"I'm very glad you did. Can you fix us up +with a couple of saddles and bridles."</p> + +<p>"Certainly. Come on over here."</p> + +<p>Saddles and bridles were bought and put on +their new purchases. Then the girls rode their +horses to the hotel stables, where they were +putting up. They groomed and fed them +themselves, and went off to purchase a stock +of provisions and a small tent. These were +all rolled in a blanket and fixed to the +front of each saddle; quart pots were slung +at the side, and they were at last ready to +start.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span>"I'll christen my colt Wyck," said Hil, as +they turned in for the night.</p> + +<p>"And mine shall be Liffe," said May.</p> + +<p>Daylight the next morning saw them on the +track of the two conveyances.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII.<br /><br /> + +CAMPING OUT.</h2> + + +<p>When Hil mounted her colt the next morning, +that fractious animal could not resist having +another set-to, just to convince himself that his +master was really on his back. Hil was quite +agreeable and having satisfied the creature on +that point, she and May started at a brisk canter +along the road, following the wheel-tracks, which +were still clearly defined. Hil was not disappointed +in either purchase, for both horses settled +down to their work admirably, and by eight +o'clock they considered they were twenty miles +away from Dalby. They therefore pulled up +at Jimbour Creek, dismounted, hobbled their +horses, and let them roam for a feed, while they +prepared breakfast. Both had excellent appetites +after their ride, and did full justice to the +meal their own skill had prepared. During the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> +repast, they heard horses' hoofs approaching, +and shortly were joined by two young men of +the bush type, probably shearers.</p> + +<p>"Good-day, mates," called out one, as they +came near.</p> + +<p>"Good-day to you," said May. "Have a cup +of tea, the water's just boiling."</p> + +<p>It sounded more like an invitation in a lady's +boudoir than from the bush, but putting them +down as new chums, the pair dismounted and +accepted the offer.</p> + +<p>"Where are you young fellows making for?" +asked one.</p> + +<p>"Going along the river. Did you come that +way?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, we've come in from Condamine +station."</p> + +<p>"See anything of a buggy along the road?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm blowed! Yes, we did. Why?"</p> + +<p>"We are trying to catch up to one," said +Hil.</p> + +<p>"We camped alongside two fellows with a +buggy last night, and they told me they were +after two other fellows, and now I suppose you +fellows are after them?" said the stranger, with +a laugh.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span>"Are there two buggies ahead?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, one is broken-down at Campbell Camp, +and the other ought to be there by this time. +Are you policemen after them?"</p> + +<p>"No, not at all. They are friends. We have +missed one another. That's all."</p> + +<p>"Well, come along, matey," said the younger +of the two to his companion. "Good-day to +you, and much obliged," and they mounted and +disappeared.</p> + +<p>"Time to get on, Hil," said May.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I think so," and a few minutes later +they were on the track of the fugitives once +more.</p> + +<p>The roads now became rough and hilly, and +the travelling much slower. About three o'clock +they reached Campbell Camp crossing, and there +they found the buggy, broken-down as described. +An old man was camped close by, and seemed +in possession of the turn-out, as he had the +horses tied up close at hand.</p> + +<p>"Had a smash?" asked Hil, greeting +him.</p> + +<p>"Yes, axle bent," said he, coming towards +them.</p> + +<p>"Seen anything of another buggy go by?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span>"Yes, one drove across to the station this +morning, with two men in it. They drove a pair +of bay horses."</p> + +<p>"We may as well camp here for the night," +said Hil, "the feed seems pretty good, and +water's scarce ahead they tell us."</p> + +<p>"Are you coves going to camp here?" asked +the man.</p> + +<p>"Yes, we are thinking of doing so."</p> + +<p>"That's the style, it's a bit lonely here all +day."</p> + +<p>"Who's trap is that?"</p> + +<p>"It belongs to a young chap going to Chinchilla. +He's gone on ahead."</p> + +<p>"What sort of a fellow is he?" asked +Hil.</p> + +<p>"A youngish chap. Seemed like as he was +in trouble, for he sweared a lot when we broke +down."</p> + +<p>"What's your name?"</p> + +<p>"Joe Brown."</p> + +<p>"What time did he start from here?"</p> + +<p>"About eight o'clock this morning: but what +do you want to know for?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! nothing, he's a friend of ours."</p> + +<p>"That's just what them other coves said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span> +who drove up in a buggy, only they was more +inquisitive."</p> + +<p>"Could they be the boys?" said Hil, turning +to May.</p> + +<p>"No, impossible; and yet they may be, like us, +in disguise for all we know."</p> + +<p>"Which way did they go?" said she, turning +to the man.</p> + +<p>"They went to Chinchilla after him."</p> + +<p>"Oh, well, I expect we shall catch up with +them to-morrow. Come along, May, let's get +our tent rigged up."</p> + +<p>While they were fixing their tent, a hawker's +van, drawn by four horses, drove up. Beside +the driver sat a man and a boy. Pulling up +alongside the creek, the driver walked towards +Joe Brown.</p> + +<p>"Are you Joe Brown?" he called out in a +loud voice.</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's me. What's up?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I met a young chap going to Chinchilla +this morning, and he told me to try and +straighten the axle of his buggy, and take it +back to Dalby."</p> + +<p>"I've got no objection," said Joe, looking +significantly at the other man in the cart.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span>"Then come and give us a hand to get my +team out, and we'll set to work at once," said +the hawker, whose name was Abraham Abrahams.</p> + +<p>The girls having rigged their tent and seen to +the horses, strolled down to the hawker's trap, +and volunteered their assistance.</p> + +<p>"Quite welcome, chaps," said Abrahams.</p> + +<p>"Come on, Tom, fly round now, you're going +to sleep," said he to the man with him, who was +trying to unharness a horse, but did not know +how to set about it.</p> + +<p>"Let me help you," said Hil, pushing him +aside and taking the harness off.</p> + +<p>When everything was done to the satisfaction +of the hawker, all hands were directed to the +buggy. While they were engaged on that two +more fellows appeared on the scene. They +carried their swags on their shoulders.</p> + +<p>"Hallo there! What's the game?" said one, +as he came up to them.</p> + +<p>"A bit of a smash, that's all," answered +Abrahams. "Now then, twist her a bit more. +Hang on, let's look now," he sang out, as he +directed the operations.</p> + +<p>"Yes, that'll do now," he added. "Let's get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span> +it back in its place before dark, so we can have +an early start."</p> + +<p>The axle replaced, all adjourned to their respective +tents to prepare a meal. The two latest +arrivals chose a camping-ground some twenty +yards from that the girls had selected, and soon +had a fire lit and their billy boiling.</p> + +<p>When all had finished their meal Abrahams +suggested they should make a big fire and sit +round it and spin yarns. The idea was readily +taken up, and a huge log was selected, round +which a rope was fixed and harnessed to one of +the horses, when it was at once dragged into +the required position. Some light wood was +gathered, and soon the log was well ablaze, +and they disposed themselves in a circle +round it. Old Joe was inclined to be a +little bit selfish and directly the log was in +position, he took a seat on one end of it, and +obstinately resisted all efforts to dislodge him. +Now it happened that that log had been the +home of a large swarm of the ants known as +"green-heads." These, as most campers-out +know, can sting pretty sharply, and while Joe +was disputing his right to the seat, they were +gradually being driven by the smoke to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> +other end of the log. They found Joe's coat-tails +an excellent bridge, and swarmed up them. +Presently Joe began to feel uncomfortable; then +he gave a jump, and finally yelled with agony, +and starting up began to fling his clothes off as +quickly as possible. The girls found it necessary +to retire to their tent to fetch something they had +forgotten.</p> + +<p>"How very awkward if they had attacked us," +said May.</p> + +<p>"Very," answered Hilda, laughing heartily at +May's look of alarm.</p> + +<p>They gave Joe time to rid himself of the pests, +and returned to the fire. Nobody now disputed +the right of ownership to the log, for it was fairly +alive with ants. Joe was sore all over and in a +bad temper, until some one offered to give him +some whiskey to rub in his wounds. Joe bargained +he should drink it in preference, which +he did and was soon restored to good-humour.</p> + +<p>For the second time the five people who are +on the search for one another found themselves +in each others' company and were unaware that +this was the case. The two men with swags +were the boys. They had left their trap in +charge of a man camped half-a-mile down the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span> +creek, and disguising themselves a second time, +in order not to be recognized by Joe, appeared +as tramps. They had started for Chinchilla, but +missed the road and had not found out their +error until they had gone some fourteen miles +out of their way, when they met a tramp who +told them. Picking him up, they returned to +the creek, hoping Wyck might have come back +for his buggy.</p> + +<p>When Wyck's buggy broke down he was in a +terrible rage, but he did not take long to form +fresh plans and, having told Joe enough to +put him on his guard, he went on his way, +but not to Chinchilla. When the boys drove +up, he was hidden in a hollow log about +twenty paces away, where he could see and +hear all that took place. Joe was up to snuff and +sent the boys on what he considered a wild-goose +chase. When he had let the boys get fairly out +of sight Wyck walked along the road in the +hope of coming across a Jew hawker, whom a +horseman had told him was travelling that route. +Nor was he disappointed, for Abrahams came in +sight. A five-pound note was exchanged, and +Abrahams agreed to take him and his buggy +back to Dalby. Wyck then got up alongside<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span> +the driver. Although he was very uneasy, he +had no idea his enemies were so close to him, +neither had Hil any conception who the man was +she had shewn how to unharness the horses. +Wyck had palled up with Joe in the train, and +retained him to shew the way. Joe in return had +improved Wyck's get-up, so that he now looked +quite the bushman, as he lounged by the fire.</p> + +<p>In the interval between the yarns all had +been spinning, Wyck said to Abrahams, with a +wink:</p> + +<p>"Wonder how that poor devil is getting +on?"</p> + +<p>"Which, that fellow who owned the trap?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. He'll never see Chinchilla to-night, if +I'm not mistaken."</p> + +<p>"Where did you meet him?" asked Joe of +Abrahams.</p> + +<p>"About two miles from here."</p> + +<p>"What was he like?"</p> + +<p>"Tall, dark, and about twenty-eight," put in +Wyck.</p> + +<p>"That's my boss," said Joe, taking the cue. +"I tried to persuade him from going, but he +would go."</p> + +<p>"Well, he asked me to take his buggy to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span> +Dalby for him, and I am going to do it," said +Abrahams.</p> + +<p>"Quite right!" said Wyck.</p> + +<p>Four people greedily took in this conversation, +and made their plans accordingly. As the fire +died low, first one, and then another went to +their tents, and the camp was deserted. Wyck +slept in the van with Abrahams.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV.<br /><br /> + +FRED PHILAMORE.</h2> + + +<p>When the following morning broke, the sky +was dull and heavy and the atmosphere close +and oppressive. This did not seem to trouble +the girls, who packed up their swags, saddled +their horses, and were away on the road before +the others were astir.</p> + +<p>The boys were the next to move, and their +surprise was great when they found their new +chum neighbours had disappeared.</p> + +<p>"They're early risers, and no mistake," remarked +Reg, rubbing his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Yes. I wonder which way they've gone. +However, that's easily settled," and he looked +for hoof-marks, which he found, setting in the +direction of Chinchilla. But neither attached +any importance to the matter.</p> + +<p>"We'd better make for the buggy," said Hal.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span> +And they shouldered their swags and made for +the river once more.</p> + +<p>Wyck, camped in Abrahams' van, found it +difficult to sleep on account of the owner's loud +snoring. At day-break he lay looking out on +the camp through a crack in the cover. He saw +the girls rise and depart, and the boys follow +them. Thinking it about time for them to be +moving, he woke Abrahams and went off to +Joe's tent.</p> + +<p>"Now then, Joe," he called out at that +worthy's tent. "Get up, and let's get off to Dalby. +I've had enough of the bush."</p> + +<p>"Hullo! where's the other coves?" asked Joe, +in surprise, gazing round the camp.</p> + +<p>"Gone long ago."</p> + +<p>"Which way did they go?"</p> + +<p>"Along the river, I expect."</p> + +<p>"Now then, boys, harness up. We must +make Dalby to-night," said Abrahams, appearing +on the scene.</p> + +<p>"Do you know what time the train goes?" +asked Wyck.</p> + +<p>"There's one early in the morning, I think," +said Abrahams.</p> + +<p>"I must catch that."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span>"I am just as anxious to get back as you are. +I don't like the look of the weather, and I should +not be surprised if we had a big rain."</p> + +<p>"You're right there, boss," chimed in Joe. +"I've been thinking the same."</p> + +<p>After a hasty breakfast, they made a start and +reached Dalby about seven o'clock the same +evening. On enquiry, Wyck found a train left +at eight and, making Abrahams a present of his +turn-out, he left by that train, feeling sure he +had attracted no notice whatever. Before leaving, +he told Joe to wire him any news to +"Grosvenor, Sydney," or "Gaiety, Melbourne," +under a false name; and Joe, who had lined his +pocket considerably during his acquaintanceship +with his chum, promised to keep a sharp look-out.</p> + +<p>When the girls left the camp, they followed +the tracks of the hawker's waggon, and after a +couple of hours' ride pulled up at a water-hole +for breakfast. The road was very rough, and +they did not reach the station until late. The +manager gave them a cordial welcome, considering +they were strangers, but could afford +no information about anyone resembling Wyck. +As they naturally did not care to accept the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span> +hospitality offered them, that of the single men's +hut, they turned their horses and rode some +way back, till they found a good camping-place +for the night. The next day looked even more +threatening than the day before, and large drops +of rain fell before they started.</p> + +<p>"I think we are in for a drenching, May," +said Hil, looking anxiously round.</p> + +<p>"So do I. Let's clear to Dalby as fast as we +can."</p> + +<p>As they proceeded on their journey the rain +fell steadily, and when they reached Dalby, at a +late hour, they were wet to the skin. They saw +to their horses, dried their clothes, and made +themselves comfortable for the night at the +hotel.</p> + +<p>"If this keeps on much longer we shall have +a flood," said the landlord to them.</p> + +<p>Dalby presented a picturesque appearance the +next morning, for the Condamine was overflowing +its banks and all the low-lying country was +flooded. As a wash-away seemed imminent, the +railway people suspended all traffic. Twelve +inches was measured in twenty-four hours, and +by the evening of the second day the country +for miles round was a sheet of water. Many<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> +houses in Dalby were flooded, and several had +been washed away.</p> + +<p>The girls were now locked up, for boats were +plying in the streets. The delay made them very +wild, but nothing could be done but wait. They +were lucky, however, in comparison with the fate +that befel the boys.</p> + +<p>When the boys arrived at their camp, they +found their man still asleep, and waking him up +they had a hasty breakfast and started on their +journey for Chinchilla. Dobbs, the tramp, said +he knew a better road than the one they were +on, and they let him have his way. But Dobbs +was one of those gentlemen fond of experimenting +at others' expense, as the boys found +out to their cost, for after hopelessly wandering +Dobbs acknowledged he was out of his reckoning. +Fortune favoured them, however, for they met a +stockrider of the Nankin Run.</p> + +<p>"Chinchilla? Why you are out of it altogether," +said he, in answer to enquiries. "You +are a long way from Dalby, too, and if you take +my advice you'll follow me, for it looks like rain. +When it rains here, it does so with a vengeance. +We've had none for twelve months, and it looks +like a flood."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span>The invitation was offered in a rough, genial +way, and the boys were only too glad to accept +it. After an hour's drive they came to the +station. The boys had been puzzling themselves +as to what position the man held there, +for he looked more like a shepherd than anything +else, in his greasy pants and shirt and +dirty, old, cabbage-tree hat, but on their arrival +they found he was no less a person than the +Honourable Mr. Tomkins, owner, not only of +that station, but many more.</p> + +<p>"Now then, boys, make yourselves quite at +home. We don't live in style here, for I don't +like it. I get enough of that in the cities, for, +take my word for it, no tea tastes so well as that +brewed in a billy," said he.</p> + +<p>The next day the rain set in and, by Tomkins' +advice, they did not start, for all the creeks +they would have had to cross were now swollen, +and on the following day they themselves were +living on an island.</p> + +<p>"You see, I took the precaution to build my +place on high ground. But we shall be kept +busy with visitors now," Tomkins said, as a +huge snake crossed the floor.</p> + +<p>Insects in great numbers and reptiles of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span> +most venomous kind began to make for the +house as the waters rose, and all hands turned +out to build a wooden barrier round it, which +was saturated with kerosene and set on fire. +This proved an effective barrier, but, nevertheless, +they were kept pretty busy, and their +sleep was not of the most comfortable kind. +After six days of this kind of life, they were +able to start on their return journey, and once +more arrived at Dalby.</p> + +<p>There had been numerous cases of drowning +during the flood, and the first one to come +to their ears was that of a young fellow whose +body was found at Campbell Creek crossing, and +who had been identified by Joe Brown as a +young man who had accompanied him from +Toowoomba, named Wyckliffe.</p> + +<p>Going to the Police Station to make enquiries, +they found the facts as stated. In addition +to Joe Brown's identification, they had found +a "W" tattooed on his arm. The body had +also, they said, been identified by two young +fellows who had left for Brisbane a day or two +before.</p> + +<p>"Then we are to be cheated after all," said +Reg, savagely.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span>"Won't you forgive the fellow now?" asked +Hal.</p> + +<p>"I can't, old fellow. I can't. I feel some +satisfaction in having his stick, though. However, +Hal, we've done our duty, and he has met +his fate. God knows, he deserved it."</p> + +<p>They squared up their accounts, and took train +direct to Sydney, with the intention of hunting +up the Goodchilds.</p> + +<p>When the police reported that the body had +been identified by Joe Brown and two other +men they stated the literal fact. A stock-driver +crossing the creek had seen the body floating +there with the face battered beyond recognition. +He had pulled it out of the water, and rode into +town to report to the police, who brought it in. +Joe Brown was one of the first to hear of the +discovery, and a brilliant idea struck him that +he might make a good thing out of Wyck +by reporting the body to be his. As soon as the +girls heard it they reluctantly went, too. There +was a decided resemblance in the build of the +dead man to Wyck, but the features were too +bruised for them to be certain. However, Joe +swore positively to the tattoo on the arm, and +that settled the matter, and the corpse was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span> +buried as that of Villiers Wyckliffe, a young +Englishman out to gain colonial experience.</p> + +<p>The same evening the girls left for Brisbane, +but not alone, for Hil was taking the colt with +her. Tom, the old groom at the hotel stables, +had taken a violent fancy to both horse and +owner, that she decided to take him with her to +Sydney. At Brisbane they had to explain to +him that his master was a mistress, and they +sailed without delay for Sydney, none the worse +for their experience, but feeling rather subdued +at the tragic disaster which had robbed them of +the spoil after which they had started.</p> + +<p>When Wyck arrived at Toowoomba the first +person he looked out for was Bill Adams, whom +he found in the yard of the "Royal."</p> + +<p>"Hullo, boss, back again! I've got all your +togs stowed away," said he, as he led him to his +room.</p> + +<p>"I had a small black stick," said Wyck to +him, after he had inspected the contents of his +portmanteau.</p> + +<p>"That's all you had, governor," said Bill, with +emphasis. And Wyck, seeing it was useless to +argue with him, had to accept the inevitable.</p> + +<p>"All my luck will desert me now," he said to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span> +himself, when he was safely in a train bound for +Sydney. "I've lost my fetish."</p> + +<p>At Tenterfield he bought a paper, and saw to +his delight that heavy rain had set in in the +Western district, and that all the country was +flooded.</p> + +<p>"I hope those two bloodhounds may be +drowned too," he said, as he lay down to sleep.</p> + +<p>Nearing Sydney, the next morning, he heard +the newsboy crying out "<i>Herald</i>. Dreadful +floods!" and jumping up, he bought a copy. +Opening it, he received a shock, for his eyes +caught the broad head-lines:</p> + +<div class="center"> +HEAVY FLOODS IN QUEENSLAND.<br /> +<br /> +27 LIVES LOST.<br /> +<br /> +THOUSANDS OF STOCK DROWNED.<br /> +<br /> +TERRIBLE SCENES.<br /> +<br /> +DALBY COMPLETELY FLOODED.<br /> +<br /> +RAILWAY LINE WASHED AWAY.<br /> +</div> + +<p>He eagerly read the detailed account of the +flood from the beginning.</p> + +<p>"Hallo, what's this?" he cried, jumping up. +"By Jove! I'm drowned! I'm dead," and he +read the paragraph again.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"This afternoon a man rode in and reported that the body of a +young man was in the creek at Campbell Camp Crossing. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span> +police were informed, and they brought the corpse into the town, +which was in a terribly battered condition. It was immediately +identified by a shearer, named Brown, as the body of a young +English gentleman, named Villiers Wyckliffe, who was touring the +back blocks and was bound for Chinchilla station. The body was +buried this morning."</p></div> + +<p>"Joe Brown, you are a brick. I'll drink +your health," said Wyck, producing the flask. +Then he sat down and read the paragraph again, +scarcely believing his eyes. Fortunately he was +alone in the compartment; otherwise, fellow-passengers +might have thought him mad. He +paced the car, whistled, and sang, and called +out over and over again:</p> + +<p>"By Jove, I'm dead! Hurrah! Hurrah!" +Then he sat down again and thought it all out. +At last he rose and unscrewing the cap of his +flask, cried:</p> + +<p>"Fred Philamore, I drink your health. Villiers +Wyckliffe is dead, and Fred Philamore, +a young English gentleman, out for colonial experience, +arrives in Sydney. What a good job +I shaved. No one will recognize me now; at +least they won't when I've done. I always +had a fancy for red hair, and mine will dye +beautifully. I'll make the acquaintance of +Mr. Morris and his amiable friend, Winter, +and if I don't have some fun, it's a caution. I'll<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span> +make it warm for you, Reg Morris, before I'm +done. I'll teach dirty colonials to hunt an English +gentleman. Fortunately I know friends of +the different Governors. Fred Philamore will +have no difficulty in getting into Society: an +Englishman is a welcome change to the colonials—at +least they always say so. Hurrah, Wyck! +Good old Wyck, you're dead, and good old Fred +Philamore stands in your shoes."</p> + +<p>With a lighter heart than he had known for +many a day, Wyck stepped out of the train at +Sydney.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV.<br /><br /> + +BLUE GUMS.</h2> + + +<p>"Why wasn't I born a boy, Hil? I never felt +so comfortable before in my life as when I wore +trousers, and now we have to return to these +abominable petticoats."</p> + +<p>"You don't regret your sex half so much as I +do, for I have been regretting it ever since I was +a child," answered Hil, giving her skirts a vicious +twitch.</p> + +<p>"Shall we go to Teasdale's this afternoon?"</p> + +<p>"No, don't. I hate garden-parties."</p> + +<p>"It's to be a very fashionable affair, and the +Government House party will be there."</p> + +<p>"That settles the matter then. We stay +away," said Hil, decisively.</p> + +<p>When the girls returned to Sydney they found +Goody still at the "Grosvenor," seemingly quite +happy. At first he had been feeble and despon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span>dent, +but he knew a large number of people, +whose visits kept him from brooding and, on his +daughter's return, she found him quite a Society +man in his old-fashioned way. Hil asked him to +come out to Blue Gums, but he preferred the +hotel, so both she and May left him there, perfectly +content. Hil found an accumulation of +letters and invitations waiting her arrival. +Callers were numerous, who made curious enquiries +about their long absence, but their curiosity +was unsatisfied, and it was generally assumed +that Hil had been on a visit to one of +her stations.</p> + +<p>"Two gentlemen are below, and wish to see +you, miss," said the maid, entering the room +when the girls were engaged in bemoaning their +lot.</p> + +<p>"Did they give their names?"</p> + +<p>"No. I asked, but they said it did not +matter."</p> + +<p>"Shew them up." Then, turning to May, she +said, "I don't mind betting they're the boys."</p> + +<p>"Good-morning, Miss Goodchild," said both +Hal and Reg, advancing to May.</p> + +<p>"Good-morning, gentlemen. This is my +cousin."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span>"Delighted to meet you," said Hil, shaking +hands cordially.</p> + +<p>"We called at the 'Grosvenor' this morning, +and Mr. Goodchild told us we should find you +here, so we took the liberty of coming over," +said Hal.</p> + +<p>"No liberty, I assure you. A pleasure."</p> + +<p>"On both sides, I hope," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"We have only recently returned from Brisbane, +and Mr. Goodchild told us you, too, had +been out of town."</p> + +<p>"Yes, we went for a trip. I hope you weren't +inconvenienced by the floods."</p> + +<p>"We were; very much. The mere mention of +them makes me look round, expecting to see a +tribe of ants, or two or three snakes on the +floor."</p> + +<p>"Do tell us about your adventures," said May.</p> + +<p>"When we left Brisbane we went on to +Toowoomba and got on Wyck's tracks and +chased him out West as far as Dalby. From there +we set off in a buggy for Chinchilla, and we +caught up his buggy, but found it had broken +down, and that there was no trace of Wyck. +We suppose he lost his way and was drowned +in the creek, where his body was found."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span>"How did you manage in the bush? Did +you have to camp out?" asked Hil, with an +appearance of great interest, and gently touching +May's foot.</p> + +<p>"Oh, of course, and it was great fun," and +they both laughed.</p> + +<p>"Do tell us about it. I am so fond of hearing +tales of the bush," said May.</p> + +<p>"Well, when we reached the creek, we found +an old fellow, named Brown, in charge of the +buggy, and from him we learnt that his boss, +as he called Wyck, had gone on to Chinchilla +on foot, so we started after him, but, losing our +way, had to return to the creek. Now, it struck +us that Wyck might possibly return to his buggy +during the night, so we camped about half-a-mile +away, and, leaving a man in charge of our +trap, we dressed up as swagmen and joined the +party at the crossing, which had now been +increased by the arrival of two new chums and +a hawker's van."</p> + +<p>"Tell them about the ants, Hal," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes. Joe and the hawker had a dispute +as to who should have a seat on the log used for +the fire, but Joe had possession and determined +to stick to it, which he did until a swarm of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> +green-heads climbed up his back, and then he +jumped up with a yell and flung off his clothes. +Joe frightened the new chums, for they cleared +off to their tent."</p> + +<p>"What kind of fellows were these new +chums?" asked Hil.</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing out of the common. Very +ladylike in appearance and namby-pamby looking. +I felt really sorry for them, but they ought +never to have left their ma's apron-strings."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I fancy this flood will send them back," +said Reg, laughing.</p> + +<p>"How very interesting: but you have been +spreading the story about well," remarked +Hil.</p> + +<p>"Why, what do you mean? I have never +spoken to a soul about it. Have you, Reg?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I heard the same tale, yesterday, about +old Brown and the ants," said Hil.</p> + +<p>"You did?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and I fancy I can recognise you two in +the story I heard, since you say you came as +tramps."</p> + +<p>"I don't understand," said Hal, looking at +her in astonishment.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell it you as it was told to me, then. It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span> +appears Joe Brown recognised in the two tramps +the two men who had driven by in a buggy and +he passed it round the camp, and while you two +were acting as tramps everyone was laughing at +you."</p> + +<p>"Miss Mannahill, where did you hear that?" +called out Hal, thunderstruck.</p> + +<p>"That's not all," continued Hil, imperturbably. +"We heard about you in Brisbane, and how you +were good enough to discuss May and myself in +a public saloon."</p> + +<p>Hal looked at Reg in astonishment, and unable +to say a word.</p> + +<p>"Can you deny saying that, from all accounts, +that cousin of May Goodchild's was a bit of a +star?" asked Hil.</p> + +<p>"And that I was a jolly girl?" struck in May, +both of them now laughing heartily at the nonplussed +appearance of the two men.</p> + +<p>"Excuse me, I—" said Hal, with an uncanny +feeling that there was witchcraft somewhere.</p> + +<p>"No, we won't. We want an apology."</p> + +<p>"For what?" said Reg, seriously.</p> + +<p>"For speaking ill of absent friends."</p> + +<p>"Did we speak ill?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, of those two new chums, who were—"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span>"Not yourselves."</p> + +<p>"Certainly," said Hil, smiling. "And I am +glad we seemed ladylike and I hope you'll do us +the justice to say we have got back to our ma's—or +the equivalent."</p> + +<p>"You two ladies were the new chums!" said +Reg, not quite sure if he heard aright.</p> + +<p>"Yes. How did we look?"</p> + +<p>"Splendid."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you traitors, but we'll forgive you," said +Hil, ringing for refreshments.</p> + +<p>The girls then told their adventures and were +equally amused to find they had all been at cross-purposes +the whole time. It took the boys +some considerable time to get over their +astonishment.</p> + +<p>"We went for a man, and returned with a +horse," said Hil.</p> + +<p>"And we went for a man, and returned with +a stick," added Hal.</p> + +<p>"Which stick? Not the famous one with all +the notches cut on it?" asked May.</p> + +<p>"The very same. There are several fresh +notches added, and one of them may refer to you."</p> + +<p>"Oh, let us see it. Where is it?" said Hil, +excitedly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span>"I have it safe under lock and key," answered +Reg.</p> + +<p>"You can scratch out my notch," said May, +"for though I had a narrow squeak, my heart is +not quite broken, thanks to you two."</p> + +<p>"For one thing, I am glad it occurred," answered +Hal. "It has given us the pleasure of +making your acquaintance."</p> + +<p>"New chums, eh?"</p> + +<p>"Now, that's not fair. But did that old fellow +really recognise us?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't know that he did. Certainly we +did not. I only said so because you were rather +hard on us," answered Hil.</p> + +<p>"What are you gentlemen going to do now?" +asked May.</p> + +<p>"We are going to have a holiday. I have +done my duty, and my dear old friend here has +sacrificed all his time for me. We propose +staying in Sydney for a short while, and then +taking another trip to Tasmania, as the people +there were so nice," answered Reg.</p> + +<p>"All Tasmanians are nice," put in May.</p> + +<p>"Don't fish, May," said Hil, chaffingly.</p> + +<p>"Present company always excepted," said +May, unwarily.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span>"Oh, that's worse than ever," retorted Hil, +and all joined in the laughter which followed.</p> + +<p>"Now, if you gentlemen are doing nothing to-day, +we shall be very glad of your company on +our drive," said Hil.</p> + +<p>"We shall be delighted," said both together.</p> + +<p>"Then that's settled. Now let us go to +lunch. Quite impromptu, you know, billy and +pannikins," she added, with a light laugh, as she +led the way.</p> + +<p>And a happy quartette they made, these four +young people, sensible to the full of the enjoyments +of life. Joke and anecdote were interchanged +with good-humoured <i>camaraderie</i> and, if Mrs. +Grundy was not present, she ought to have been, +only in the capacity of spectator, that she might +but learn how possible it is for youth of both sexes +to meet together in wholesome social enjoyment +without the watchful eye of a chaperon. After +luncheon, the boys were invited to light their +cigars, the girls apologising for not joining in, +because they had given up male vices with male +habiliments.</p> + +<p>"You must come and see Wyck," said Hilda, +taking them to the stables. "And here is old +Tom. I don't know if you remember him at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span> +Dalby. I brought him to look after Wyck, because +they seem to understand each other so well."</p> + +<p>"How's Wyck getting on, Tom?" she asked, +as the old fellow came forward and saluted.</p> + +<p>"Oh, he's doing well, miss. I've had him +entered for the Sydney Cup, and I doubt there +won't be many to beat him," said Tom, proudly, +as he led the way to a loose box in which his +favourite was kept.</p> + +<p>"Well, Wyck, old boy," said Hil, and the +horse, hearing her voice, turned round and put +his head over the rail, and sniffed at her as if in +search of something.</p> + +<p>"Here you are," she said, giving him a piece of +sugar, and rubbing his nose.</p> + +<p>"We heard about your doings at Dalby; how +you took the auctioneer and the farmer down," +said Reg, "but we little guessed who the new +chums were."</p> + +<p>After wandering round the extensive stables, +Hil called one of the grooms, and told him to +put Fan and Tan in the dog-cart.</p> + +<p>"They are a bit skittish, miss," said he, being +a new hand.</p> + +<p>"All the better," answered she. "Go and +put them in."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span>A handsome dog-cart was wheeled out, and +two beautiful dappled grey cobs harnessed to it, +who by their prancing and restless antics looked +like mischief. The wheeler was the more quiet +of the two, but the leader seemed to prefer a +more picturesque attitude than that of standing +quietly on four legs, and elevating himself on +his hind-legs remained pawing the air like an +heraldic beast. Twice did the groom pull her +into line with the wheeler, but she preferred +dancing round and gazing at the driver.</p> + +<p>"I think she has had a fair look at us +now," said Hil, quietly taking up the whip. +"Straighten them again, please."</p> + +<p>The opening of the gate was not a wide one, +and the boys confessed they felt a trifle nervous +in their seats. But they did not know their +driver. With a sharp, "Now then, let go," she +gave the leader a couple of smart smacks with +the lash, and he dashed forward and they passed +through the gate at a hand-gallop, and were soon +flying along the beautiful roads round Sydney.</p> + +<p>The boys thoroughly enjoyed themselves. +What more could heart desire than to be driven +behind a pair of handsome horses, beside a pair +of handsome girls!</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span>"Will you ladies come to the theatre to-night?" +asked Reg. "There is a new star just arrived +from London."</p> + +<p>"What do you say, May?"</p> + +<p>"Delighted."</p> + +<p>"Yes, we'll go with pleasure," said Hil, and +arriving at the "Metropole," where the boys had +taken up their residence, the cart was pulled up, +and they alighted.</p> + +<p>"Shall we call for you?" asked Reg.</p> + +<p>"No, we'll call for you at 7.30. Good-bye."</p> + +<p>Standing on the pavement, the boys gazed +first after the cart disappearing round the corner, +and then at each other. But words failed +them, so they turned on their heel towards the +hotel.</p> + +<p>"By-the-bye, we had better call on old Goody. +He might like to go," said Reg, and Hal being +of the same opinion, they turned back to <a name="the" id="the"></a><ins title="Transcribers Note: Original had two occurences of 'the'">the</ins> +"Grosvenor."</p> + +<p>They found Mr. Goodchild in conversation +with a young man, whom he introduced to them +as Mr. Philamore.</p> + +<p>"We are going to the theatre to-night, Mr. +Goodchild, and we came to see if you would +join us."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span>"Well, Philamore and I had agreed—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, both of you join us, won't you?"</p> + +<p>Philamore having expressed himself as quite +agreeable to the arrangement, it was settled they +should all go to the theatre.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI.<br /><br /> + +MARJORIE WILLIAMSON.</h2> + + +<p>Punctually to time, the girls arrived at the +"Metropole," and, picking up the boys, they +drove on to the "Grosvenor" for Goody and his +friend. It was a tight squeeze to find seating +room for all, but the Criterion Theatre was not +far away, and Hil laughingly insisted on +taking all of them. Thus, for the third time, +the five chief characters of this veracious history +were in each other's company, though on this +occasion four were known to each other, and the +fifth a stranger, but knowing well himself in +whose company he was. They were comfortably +settled in their box as the curtain rose, and all +eyes were turned to the stage in eager anticipation +of the appearance of the actress who had +been so much talked about. When she did +appear, two of the party gave a start; Reg in +wonder where he had seen the face before, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span> +Wyck in astonishment, for the familiar face and +voice recalled old memories.</p> + +<p>"I have seen that face somewhere before," +said Reg to Hil, "but I can't think where. The +programme styles her 'Mrs. Montague,' but +that does not give me a clue."</p> + +<p>"You may have seen her in London," she +suggested.</p> + +<p>"Wasn't her name Marjorie Williamson?" +whispered Mr. Philamore, as he laid aside the +opera-glasses through which he had been gazing +intensely.</p> + +<p>"That's she; the very same. By Jove, I am +glad," added Reg, excitedly.</p> + +<p>"Hush," said Hal, for Reg had raised his +voice, and unpleasant glances were cast in the +direction of their box.</p> + +<p>During the first act, Reg remained so engrossed +in his thoughts that he left the play unheeded. +He was only roused from his reverie +by the vociferous applause that brought the +actress twice before the curtain. Her success +was now assured, much to his delight.</p> + +<p>The boys, accompanied by Goody and Philamore, +left for the saloon during the interval +and the girls found themselves alone.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span>"What do you think of him?" asked Hil.</p> + +<p>"I can't say. I don't like red hair," answered +May.</p> + +<p>"He can't help that. I thought him rather +pleasant."</p> + +<p>"How strange that Reg should recognise this +lady."</p> + +<p>"And Mr. Philamore knows her too. He +said her name was Marjorie Williamson."</p> + +<p>"Marjorie Williamson! Why, that is the +girl he told me about. She was one of Wyck's +victims," said May, in surprise.</p> + +<p>"They're coming back," said Hil, as the +gentlemen entered the box.</p> + +<p>"Too bad of us to go and leave you," observed +Philamore, with a smile.</p> + +<p>"Oh, we don't mind."</p> + +<p>"Did you know Miss Williamson in London?" +asked Hil of him.</p> + +<p>"Slightly. As much as one knows the leading +stars," he replied.</p> + +<p>"Was she a star there?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, she was rather successful, but I believe +she got into some trouble and had to retire, +contrary to the general rule, for it usually adds to +their celebrity."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span>"What trouble?" asked May, curiously.</p> + +<p>"That's more than I can tell. You see we +never notice these things in England, they are +every-day occurrences. I don't think I should +have recognised her but for her voice," answered +Philamore, indifferently.</p> + +<p>"Where did you meet your friend, Mr. +Goodchild?" asked Reg, when they stood outside +the box.</p> + +<p>"At the hotel. He only arrived from England +a few days ago. He seems a very pleasant +young fellow and is well connected at home, +knows the Governor, and moves in good +society."</p> + +<p>"I don't care about him," said Hal. "I have +taken an unreasonable dislike to him. I have +a certain repellent feeling when he speaks to +me."</p> + +<p>"It's strange he should know Marjorie Williamson, +too," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I suppose everybody about town, who +sees an actress on the stage, thinks himself entitled +to claim acquaintance with her."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I suppose so. I must call on her. I +wonder where she is staying."</p> + +<p>"No idea, but we can soon find out," and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span> +walking to one of the attendants, came back +and said: "Petty's Hotel."</p> + +<p>"Why that's close to the "Grosvenor." We +will call to-morrow. I shall be awfully glad to +see her again."</p> + +<p>"And she'll be glad to see you, old chap, I +should think."</p> + +<p>At the close of the performance, the boys saw +the girls to their carriage and, promising to call +on the following day, bade Goody and his friend +good-night, and walked to their hotel.</p> + +<p>The boys strolled along in silence, and each +guessed that the same thing occupied their +thoughts. At last, Hal said:</p> + +<p>"Look here, Reg, ever since I had that dream +in which I saw Wyck and Dick laughing over +our failure, I cannot forgive myself for not +stopping at Toowoomba, and seeing Bill Adams, +and making sure that Wyck is dead, for we have +only old Brown's word for it, and he is the kind +of fellow that would do anything for money. +How do we know his death was not a put-up +job?"</p> + +<p>"Quite right, Hal, I think we ought to settle +that point at once. If Wyck is dead, his clothes +will still be at Toowoomba; if he is alive, he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span> +will have called for his stick, and we must find +him."</p> + +<p>"The express leaves at eight to-morrow morning. +You can make an excuse for me to the +girls, but let's keep the business to ourselves +until it is settled," said Hal.</p> + +<p>"You'll wire if you hear anything?"</p> + +<p>"Of course. I don't think I shall, but at any +rate we'll settle the question, and have done +with it."</p> + +<p>The next morning Hal left for Toowoomba, +and at mid-day Reg called at Petty's Hotel, and +sent in his card to Mrs. Montague. He was at +once shown in and met with a hearty reception.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Morris," said she, "you see I have fulfilled +my promise."</p> + +<p>"Yes, and I don't know of anything which +has delighted me more. I was there last night, +and never enjoyed a play more."</p> + +<p>"I saw you. You were in a box with two +ladies and two gentlemen."</p> + +<p>"Yes, they were my friends."</p> + +<p>Here a gentleman entered the room, and +to Reg's surprise Marjorie ran to him and +said:</p> + +<p>"Arthur, this is Mr. Morris."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span>"Morris!" said he. "What! the real +Morris? My dear sir, I am delighted to see +you."</p> + +<p>"That's my husband," said she, in answer to +his look of enquiry, then added in a sad voice, +"poor old Jones died a month before my leaving, +he sent a short message to you,—it was: 'Tell +Mr. Morris that he made me happy.' Poor old +chap!"</p> + +<p>"I am heartily glad to see that Mrs. Montague +took my advice. It would have been a thousand +pities had she buried her talent because of a +scoundrel."</p> + +<p>"Have you came across him yet, Mr. Morris?"</p> + +<p>"No, not yet," said Reg, slowly, "for months I +have been on his tracks, and the other day he +was reported to be drowned, but I can hardly +believe it, so my friend has gone off to find out +the truth."</p> + +<p>"Who was that red-haired gentleman in your +box?"</p> + +<p>"His name is Philamore, he knows you."</p> + +<p>"Philamore? I don't remember the name, +but there was something in his face which +seemed familiar."</p> + +<p>"Fancy, my dear, only fancy," said Mr. Mon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span>tague. +"But you, Mr. Morris, you will join us +at lunch. I want to drink your health, for it +is to you I owe my meeting with my wife."</p> + +<p>Reg was persuaded to stay, but he did so +reluctantly, as he had half promised to lunch +at Blue Gums.</p> + +<p>"Will you let me introduce my lady friends +to you?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"I should be most happy to meet any friends +of yours," she answered, smiling.</p> + +<p>"You'll find them true Australian girls, and I +venture to say you will be good friends."</p> + +<p>"Well, I shall be at home all this afternoon."</p> + +<p>"If I can, then, I'll bring them to you," said +Reg, taking his leave, and setting out at once +for Blue Gums. His arrival alone caused some +enquiries.</p> + +<p>"Where's Mr. Winter?" asked Hil.</p> + +<p>"He's gone to Toowoomba."</p> + +<p>"Toowoomba! What for?"</p> + +<p>"Well, to tell the truth, we are not satisfied +that Wyck is really dead, and Hal has gone to +enquire at the hotel he stopped at and interview +Bill Adams; but mind, to anyone else, he has +gone to Albury for a couple of days."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span>"I see," said Hil.</p> + +<p>"Do you know," asked May, "that Mr. Philamore +has lately been in Queensland?"</p> + +<p>"No. Is that so?"</p> + +<p>"Well he started telling us a story about +camp-life, and suddenly stopped and, though we +both tried to persuade him to continue, he would +not."</p> + +<p>"And what do you make of that?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing, except it seemed curious, considering +he has only just come out from England."</p> + +<p>"I have just left Mrs. Montague. Will you +ladies go and call on her? She expressed a wish +to make your acquaintance."</p> + +<p>"When?"</p> + +<p>"Well, she's at home this afternoon."</p> + +<p>"We'd go if we only had an escort."</p> + +<p>"Won't I do, Miss Goodchild?"</p> + +<p>"If you will honour us," she said, with a +mock curtsey.</p> + +<p>"And we will both go and put on our brand-new +dresses in honour of the occasion," said Hil, +following May from the room.</p> + +<p>Reg sat down and fell into a brown study. +His lost Amy held the first place in his thoughts, +but unconsciously of late he had found the form<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span> +of May Goodchild, not usurping the image of +his dead love, but appearing as it were by her +side. He did not know whether to take himself +to task for want of loyalty, but in the midst of +his cogitations he was interrupted by the return +of the ladies, costumed in the latest fashion.</p> + +<p>"Understand," said Hil, as they walked out +to the carriage, "You are to be our chaperon, +and keep us in order."</p> + +<p>"Trust me, I'll sing out if I see any lapse," +he answered, laughing.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Montague and the girls became fast +friends from the outset, and when Reg and her +husband left for a smoke they became quite confidential. +She told them all her experiences +and how Reg had come to her rescue.</p> + +<p>"You see, here I am with a husband who +worships me; a successful career; my sisters at +school and well cared-for, and wherever I go I +am so well received; and all this I owe to Mr. +Morris."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he is a fine fellow, and had it not been +for him I should not have been here to-day," +said May, telling her tale of rescue by the boys.</p> + +<p>The girls enjoyed their visit, and had extracted +from Mrs. Montague a promise to make Blue<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span> +Gums her home for the remainder of her stay. +As the carriage was taking them down Pitt +Street, Reg started in surprise as his eye caught +sight of a man crossing the street.</p> + +<p>"Joe Brown!" he cried. "That's him for a +certainty, in spite of his store clothes. If you'll +excuse me I'll follow him. I'll keep you informed," +he added, as the carriage was stopped, +and he raised his hat.</p> + +<p>Hastily hurrying in the direction taken by +Joe Brown, Reg soon caught sight of him again. +He shadowed him to Market Street, where +he entered one of those cheap restaurants, at +which one can get a bed or a three-course meal +for sixpence. Reg sauntered about for fully an +hour before he re-appeared. At last his patience +was rewarded. Brown appeared, and walked in +the direction of George Street, and halted at +the corner of a cross-street, and waited as if expecting +someone. Presently a hansom pulled up +and Joe stepped in and sat down by the side of +another man, and the cab drove rapidly away.</p> + +<p>"The plot thickens," said Reg to himself. +"Now, what the devil has he to do with Joe?" +and he called a cab and had himself driven to +Blue Gums.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span>"Well, did you see him?" asked Hil, eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and who do you think picked him up +in a cab?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Philamore?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, but how did you guess that?" said Reg, +in surprise.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what it is. I fancy that red-headed +gentleman either knows something, or is +not exactly what he professes to be."</p> + +<p>"We'll wait until we hear from Hal, before +doing anything further," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it would be just as well. But you will +stay for dinner, as Mr. Goodchild and some +Tasmanian friends are coming to-night."</p> + +<p>Reg did not refuse, needless to say. On his +return to his hotel he found two telegrams and a +letter waiting for him. Opening one of the +telegrams, he read:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Toowoomba. Wyck called here day before flood. Left for +Sydney.—Hal."</p></div> + +<p>The other read:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Albany, W.A. Self and wife arrive Adelaide Monday. Wire +address.—Whyte."</p></div> + +<p>The letter contained a cheque for £150, with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span> +the photo of Mr. and Mrs. Montague enclosed, +on the back of which was written:—"May God +bless and prosper Reginald Morris is the earnest +prayer of the originals!"</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII.<br /><br /> + +FOILED.</h2> + + +<p>Reg passed a restless night, turned himself +out of bed early, and went for a stroll in the +Domain before breakfast. He was ill at ease +and full of self-reproach, for it seemed to him +he had neglected his oath. He had given himself +up to the pleasure of the hour, while Wyck +was still at large. He blamed himself for believing +rumours and not satisfying himself of +their truth, and altogether worked himself into +a miserable frame of mind.</p> + +<p>After a hasty breakfast, he hurried round to +the "Grosvenor," and asked for Goody, and +shewed him the telegram.</p> + +<p>"That's funny, very funny," said Goody.</p> + +<p>"Is that friend of yours here still?" asked +Reg.</p> + +<p>"No, he has gone to stay at Government<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span> +House for a few days. He shewed me a most +pressing invitation."</p> + +<p>"When was this, Mr. Goodchild?"</p> + +<p>"Last night. He told me he knew a lot of +the Governor's friends, and that the Governor +had asked him almost as a favour to go, as he +complained of being bored."</p> + +<p>"Did he tell you this?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, he seemed to sympathise with his +friend."</p> + +<p>"Poor devils, how badly we treat them," said +Reg, with mock commiseration.</p> + +<p>"Now I don't agree with you there, Mr. +Morris. I think we treat the Governors +right royally;" said Goody, mistaking his tone.</p> + +<p>"You try to do so in your straightforward, +honest way, and such are the thanks you get for +it. But good-bye for the present, I have some +work to do."</p> + +<p>Reg hurried away to Blue Gums where he +produced the telegram, which the girls read with +surprise. All agreed that nothing could be done +until Hal returned.</p> + +<p>"You'll keep your appointment with Mrs. +Montague," said Reg, rising to go: "but you +must excuse me. I want to look round."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span>"After Philamore?" asked Hil.</p> + +<p>"He's staying at Government House."</p> + +<p>"What!"</p> + +<p>"So your father told me this morning."</p> + +<p>"Then he can't be Wyck," said Hil, emphatically.</p> + +<p>Meeting Hal on the arrival of his train, they +drove together to their hotel, to take up the thread +of their abandoned plans. Hal told his story:</p> + +<p>"On my arrival, I went to the 'Royal' and +saw Bill, who, of course, said he knew nothing; +but when I threatened to arrest him on a warrant +he changed his tone. He told me Wyck +had called for his things on the day before the +flood, and then started for Sydney. Bill said he +had complained about the loss of a black stick, +of which he knew nothing. I wired to you, and +caught the next train back."</p> + +<p>"I expect Mr. and Mrs. Whyte. They arrived +at Adelaide on Monday," said Reg, handing him +their telegram.</p> + +<p>"What's become of Philamore?"</p> + +<p>"Staying at Government House."</p> + +<p>"We musn't lose sight of that chap."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you remember old Joe Brown, who +swore to Wyck's identity?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span>"Yes; what about him?"</p> + +<p>"I saw him here yesterday," said Reg. "I +followed him, and he got into a cab, with whom +do you think?"</p> + +<p>"Not Philamore?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Then that settles it. Well, now we will +get the girls to call a meeting at Blue Gums +to-morrow. They must invite Mr. and Mrs. +Montague, Goody and ourselves; then we can +compare notes, for we all must go to the garden-party +at Government House to-morrow afternoon."</p> + +<p>Goody's tale to Reg was quite true. Fred +Philamore had made the acquaintance of the +Governor, and had mentioned so many London +friends that were known to both, that His +Excellency, finding him so interesting, had +invited him to Government House. This +invitation he was glad to accept, as he was still +uneasy about his pursuers. The boys, however, +little guessed that all this while they were themselves +being watched: yet this was so, as the +pseudo Fred Philamore had two retainers on +their track, who reported all their movements. +Consequently he knew all about Hal's journey to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span> +Toowoomba, and guessed its object. He was +engaged in forming a plan by means of which +he could be revenged on Morris, but as he did +not consider the time was ripe to put it into +practice, he accepted the chance offered him by +the Governor to enjoy himself at the expense +of the Colonial Government.</p> + +<p>The next morning the party of seven interested +in the doings of Villiers Wyckliffe met at +Blue Gums to discuss matters.</p> + +<p>"Of course," said Hal, "we are only surmising +that Philamore is our man. We have no +direct proof of his identity yet."</p> + +<p>"When I last saw him he had dark hair and +moustache," said May.</p> + +<p>"Well a moustache is easily shaved off, and +hair can be as easily dyed," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"I suppose nobody noticed his hands, for +he has a white scar on the fore-finger of his +right hand, plainly visible," said Mrs. Montague.</p> + +<p>"Why, I noticed that only yesterday on Philamore's +hand," said Goody.</p> + +<p>"Then it is he," said Reg, excited. "Now +how are we to get at him?"</p> + +<p>"Leave that to me, old chap," answered Hal.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span> +"You've got your die ready; you shall be executioner, +I will bring him to the block."</p> + +<p>"You are not really going to brand him?" put +in Mrs. Montague.</p> + +<p>"I am, indeed."</p> + +<p>"Well, I can't say he does not deserve it," she +added, stopped from further remark by Reg's determined +face.</p> + +<p>"Well, it is understood that we all meet this +afternoon at Government House," said Hal. +"We will now adjourn the meeting."</p> + +<p>Hil and May had already refused the invitations +to the party, but a private note despatched +to the Secretary had the desired effect, as that +gentleman held a very high opinion of Hil and +her fortune.</p> + +<p>Government House is a palatial residence, +and situated in the midst of lovely gardens. +It was the height of the season, and a +large number of people were assembled in +the grounds, including a good proportion of +mammas, each with a bevy of daughters. +At the appointed time Hil's carriage drove +into the grounds, followed by a cab, and +the occupants of both were set down to be presented +to His Excellency, who stood with a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span> +forced, dignified smile on his face, and bowed to +each visitor with the accurate regularity of a +machine. Close observers only would notice +that the smile was supercilious and the bow +perfunctory. Both the girls and boys, as a +matter of form, passed before him and then +wandered together round the grounds. They +did not wander far before they came across the +bishop's son, who was paying elaborate attention +to the daughter of a squatter who could count +his sheep by millions. With ill-concealed satisfaction, +her fond mother watched her daughter's +flirtation with one of England's nobility, as she +supposed him to be. Further on, they met +their man, evidently in the full swing of enjoyment. +He was talking to a young English +lady with whom he was seated under a spreading +eucalyptus, and satirising colonial manners. +The lady herself was on the look-out +for a colonial millionaire and often sighed to +herself over the disagreeable necessity that the +millions could not be obtained without the millionaire.</p> + +<p>Seats had been placed on both sides of the +tree, and Philamore and his companion were +quite unaware that the seat at their back was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span> +occupied, until the former was startled by hearing +a familiar voice say:</p> + +<p>"It's Wyck for a certainty. We shall have +to waylay him."</p> + +<p>"It's a matter of time, Mr. Morris. Do not +distress yourself so much. We'll catch him +before long."</p> + +<p>Peering round, he saw May and Reg were the +speakers, and a longing to get out of the way +seized him. He took the earliest opportunity +of excusing himself and calling a cab drove +rapidly into the town, to the same restaurant +into which Reg had seen Joe disappear. He +sent a boy in to ask for Mr. Brown.</p> + +<p>"Come and get up," he called out as Brown +appeared. "You must get ready at once, Brown, +and do it to-night, for I am off by the express. +They have found me out. But, mind, no +murder."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, just bruise and lame 'em a bit, eh!"</p> + +<p>"Exactly, and don't let them catch sight of +your face if you can help it."</p> + +<p>"I understand, boss."</p> + +<p>"Now you can get out. Here's a tenner to +go on with and I'll send you another when I +hear the job is done."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span>"All right, boss," said Brown, as he got +down.</p> + +<p>"Address George Thompson, P.O., Melbourne," +shouted Philamore to him.</p> + +<p>"Ay, ay. Good-night."</p> + +<p>Philamore drove to the Imperial Hotel, and +wrote a note to His Excellency, saying he had +been called away to Brisbane on important business +and promising to call on his return. +The remainder of the time left to him he devoted +to preparations, and when the Melbourne +train left Sydney it carried an elderly man with +grey hair.</p> + +<p>Both the boys and the girls left the garden-party +early, and on the return of the former to +their hotel, they found that a young woman had +been enquiring for Mr. Morris and had promised +to call again. While they were speculating +as to whom this new visitor could be the +lady herself appeared. She had a sad tale to tell. +She had been employed as barmaid at a hotel, +and had met Wyck and fallen in love with him, +and after arranging to be married, he had thrown +her over.</p> + +<p>"But why do you come to us?" asked +Reg.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span>"I heard you were after him for a similar +thing," she said, bursting into tears.</p> + +<p>"And where did you hear that?" said Hal.</p> + +<p>"Well, my friend the housemaid at the +'Metropole' heard you talking about Wyck, and +she told me."</p> + +<p>"What do you want us to do."</p> + +<p>"I don't know, sir, but I thought you would +like to know that he has made an appointment +with another girl in the 'Domain' at eight to-night."</p> + +<p>"Where's he to meet her?"</p> + +<p>"I'll show you, sir."</p> + +<p>"Look here, my girl," said the astute Hal, +"you are not telling me the truth."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean, sir?" she asked, +indignantly.</p> + +<p>"Do you mind pulling the bell, Reg?"</p> + +<p>"What for, Hal?"</p> + +<p>"To send the waiter for a policeman. He +will investigate this lady's statement."</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't do that, sir."</p> + +<p>"Will you tell us who sent you here then?" +said Hal.</p> + +<p>"You'll not touch me if I do."</p> + +<p>"Not if you tell the truth."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span>"Well, there were going to be several men +behind the bushes, where I was to take you, and +they were going to thrash you."</p> + +<p>"Who sent you here?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Brown gave me ten shillings to come."</p> + +<p>"If you take my advice, you won't have anything +more to do with Mr. Brown. Now you +can go," and Hal dismissed her.</p> + +<p>"A very clumsy plot indeed, Mr. Wyckliffe, +very clumsy! You must be losing your wit," +said Hal, smiling.</p> + +<p>The next morning, Reg amused himself by +reading the sarcastic account in the <i>Bulletin</i>, of +the doings at Government House, which were +served up in the spicy style of that journal, and +to his astonishment the account wound up with +the astounding statement that Mr. Philamore +had left for Brisbane.</p> + +<p>As Hal read the paragraph aloud, he looked +at Reg whose face seemed to contract with rage, +he caught Hal's glance, and then both turned +away in silence to engage in their own thoughts.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII.<br /><br /> + +PREPARATIONS.</h2> + + +<p>When Wyck, or Fred Philamore, left Sydney, +he did so without leaving a trace behind him, +for Joe Brown had returned to Queensland, +after sending a detailed account of how the boys +had been caught, and had received a tremendous +thrashing. Wyck was overjoyed, and had sent +him his other tenner. Now his intention was +to get to England without delay, but as no boat +was starting for a week, and feeling secure in his +disguise, he gave himself up to enjoyment in +Melbourne, and, becoming bolder every day, +allowed the boat to start without him. The +boys had visited Adelaide and Melbourne, and +scoured the county, but could find no trace of +the fugitive, and as Mr. and Mrs. Whyte had +now arrived, they had gone to Tasmania with +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span>them and the girls for a short stay at Goodchilds'. +They had only been there two days +when Hal received the following telegram:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Melbourne, Come over. Quick.—Terence O'Flynn."</p></div> + +<p>They at once started for Melbourne, where +Terence met them and gave them an account of +his proceedings.</p> + +<p>"You see, gents, ever since I last saw you I +have been keeping a sharp look-out on both Dick +and the 'Gaiety,' but I never see any one at all +like our man. On Tuesday I was on my cab as +usual and Dick was in the same rank, when I +see an elderly gent, clean-shaved, and with rather +grey hair, wearing a bell-topper—a regular howling +toff he looked—stroll along the rank, 'Cab, +sir,' says I, but he shook his head and walked +on. Seemed as if he was in thought, for when +he came to the end of the street he came back +again, and beckoning to Dick, got in his cab, +and drove off. I didn't take much notice of +that, but I did notice that Dick didn't come +back until nearly twelve, and when he did he +seemed pleased with hisself. Next day morning +I was passing the 'Gaiety,' when I'm blowed +if I didn't see Dick's cab a-waiting outside, so +I drives down a lane a bit and watches, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span> +sure that elderly gent comes out again with one +of the young ladies, and drives away. When +Dick comes back to the stand that night, I says +to him—'Got another soft line, Dick'—'Yes,' +he says, 'but he's going away soon!' Well, I +tried all I knew, but Dick he was fly, and as this +chap seemed to carry on just like Wyck, I +thought it would do no harm to send for you."</p> + +<p>"He's got grey hair you say, Terence?" asked +Hal.</p> + +<p>"Yes, but he don't look old, and I know he's +a toff, too."</p> + +<p>"It's worth risking, Reg. Let's make all preparations +in case it is, for we do not intend to +let him slip again."</p> + +<p>"What shall we do first?"</p> + +<p>"We want a furnished house, Terence."</p> + +<p>"Sure you can get hundreds of 'em, sir."</p> + +<p>"Do you know of one close handy?"</p> + +<p>"I saw one in Nicholson Street only yesterday, +for I drove a gent to look at it, but he said +the rent was too much."</p> + +<p>"How much was it, Terence?"</p> + +<p>"Two pounds ten a week."</p> + +<p>"Let's go and have a look at it."</p> + +<p>Calling a cab they drove up Collins Street to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span> +Nicholson Street, and half-an-hour later they had +the receipt for two weeks' rent of an eight-roomed +house.</p> + +<p>"The next thing for you to do, Terence, is to +swell up a bit," said Hal.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean—put my Sunday togs +on?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's the idea. How long will it take +you?"</p> + +<p>"About an hour, sir."</p> + +<p>"Then go and do it, and meet me at 'Menzie's,' +in an hour's time. Here's a sovereign to +go on with."</p> + +<p>The boys then drove to "Menzie's," engaged +a room and locked themselves in.</p> + +<p>"The only way we can satisfy ourselves as to +his identity is by means of that stick."</p> + +<p>"The stick! How are you going to do it? I +cannot part with it on any account," said Reg, +grasping it firmly, as if in fear that it would +vanish altogether; he had had it made so <a name="thatit" id="thatit"></a><ins title="Transcribers Note: Original read 'thatit'">that it</ins> +could be put together in one, or taken apart.</p> + +<p>"My idea is to send Terence to the 'Gaiety' +at a time when this man is there, and carry the +stick openly in his hand."</p> + +<p>"What then?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span>"Why, if he really is Wyck, he is almost +certain to shew some interest in the stick."</p> + +<p>"Yes?"</p> + +<p>"Well, that will put Terence on his guard, +and he can tell him some yarn about it, and +make an appointment with him at our house."</p> + +<p>"What then?"</p> + +<p>"Then you can make use of your die, my +boy."</p> + +<p>"It's a glorious idea, but I don't like parting +with the stick. Having it by me is a great +source of satisfaction to me."</p> + +<p>"We can trust Terence. He's no fool, and +knows well enough what success will mean to +him."</p> + +<p>"How about the doctor?"</p> + +<p>"I wired young Aveling to come over with +Goody and the girls. The boat's due at mid-day +to-morrow. Come on down now, Terence ought +to be here."</p> + +<p>"Then I am to bring the stick with me?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, certainly, old chap. It's our only +chance."</p> + +<p>They found Terence below, rigged out in his +Sunday best, and looking very smart. The stick +was handed to him, with full instructions how to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span> +act, and what to say, should the gentleman +recognise the stick.</p> + +<p>"You can depend on me, gentlemen," said +Terence.</p> + +<p>"Be off now, Terence, and don't drink anything +strong. Stick to light stuff, and report to +us directly you have seen him."</p> + +<p>"Right you are, your honour, and be jabers, if +he's the man, we'll see him at 345, Nicholson +Street," said Terence as he left.</p> + +<p>About nine o'clock Terence called at their +hotel, in a very excited state, and quite out of +breath.</p> + +<p>"It's Wyck, it's Wyck," he said, sinking down +on a chair and wiping his forehead. They gave +him time to recover his breath, and then he told +them his story.</p> + +<p>"When I left your honour," he said, "I went +to the 'Gaiety,' but he was not there, so I waited +on the other side of the road, as I didn't want +Dick to see me togged up. Just about seven, I +see Dick's cab drive up, and out jumps the old +gentleman. When Dick had driven off again, I +followed him into the saloon. There he was, +larking with Miss Harris, but I took no notice +of him at all. 'A glass of lager,' says I, throw<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span>ing +down a sovereign carelessly, like as if I was +a toff, and as I counted the change I put the +stick on the counter. The old gent he gives a +start directly he sees it, and he looks quite hard +at me, but I took no notice and called for a +smoke. Well, I lights up, says good-night, and +was just off, when he calls out—'Have another +drink with me?'</p> + +<p>"'I don't mind,' says I.</p> + +<p>"'That's a curious sort of stick,' says he, +pointing to it.</p> + +<p>"'Yes,' says I.</p> + +<p>"'Had it long,' says he.</p> + +<p>"'Some months now,' says I.</p> + +<p>"'What's them notches on it for?' says he.</p> + +<p>"'I don't know. It don't belong to me.'</p> + +<p>"'Whose is it then?' asks he, getting interested.</p> + +<p>"'Oh,' says I, 'there's quite a history belonging +to that stick.'</p> + +<p>"'What sort of a history?'</p> + +<p>"'Well,' says I, 'it's like this. My sister, +she was staying at Toowoomba up <a name="Queeensland" id="Queeensland"></a><ins title="Transcribers Note: Original read 'Queeensland'">Queensland</ins> +way; she's the sister of the landlady at the +'Royal.' Well, one day a new chum named +Wyckliffe came there to stop. She told me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span> +he seemed a decent sort, but he left early for +out West the next morning, and he never came +back, poor fellow! for he was drowned—so the +papers say. Any rate, he left some old clothes +at the 'Royal,' and this stick was found amongst +them, and she keeps it, for she said he was +such a nice fellow.'</p> + +<p>"'But it's yours now,' says he.</p> + +<p>"'No such luck,' says I. 'She don't know I +have it out, else there'd be a row.'</p> + +<p>"'I'll tell you what I'll do,' he says, 'I knew +the chap as owned this stick, and I'll give you ten +bob for it.'</p> + +<p>"'You won't,' says I, 'nor ten pound +neither.'</p> + +<p>"'Why?' says he, surprised.</p> + +<p>"'I'm living in her house,' says I, 'and if she +knew I was taking liberties with her goods I'd +get the run.'</p> + +<p>"'Would she sell it?' he asks.</p> + +<p>"'There'd be no harm in asking her,' I says, +'if it's worth anything to you.'</p> + +<p>"'It is for old acquaintance sake. Where +does she live?'</p> + +<p>"'At 345 Nicholson Street,' says I.</p> + +<p>"'What time is best to see her?' says he.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span>"'About four in the afternoon.'</p> + +<p>"'Tell your sister I'll call at four to-morrow,' +says he.</p> + +<p>"We had another drink and he wished me +good afternoon, and I ran all the way down +here," said Terence, evidently immensely pleased +with himself.</p> + +<p>"You have done well, Terence," said Hal, +and Reg shook him warmly by the hand.</p> + +<p>"Look here, Terence, we shall want a lady to +take the part of your sister to-morrow and +receive him. Do you know of a respectable girl +who would do it?"</p> + +<p>"Well, that all depends. What would she +have to do?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing more than to receive him."</p> + +<p>"Well, I think I know of a lady that will suit. +She <i>is</i> my sister. She is a nurse, but is not doing +anything now."</p> + +<p>"A nurse. That's the very person we want," +said Hal, quite pleased at the way things were +going.</p> + +<p>"She'll come, I suppose, Terence?" asked +Reg.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir. She'll do anything I tell her," +answered Terence, proudly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span>"Then you can tell your sister to call at the +house at ten to-morrow, and we'll meet you there +to arrange matters," said Hal.</p> + +<p>"Right you are, your honours. I reckon he +won't get away this time," said Terence, leaving +them together.</p> + +<p>The following morning the boys took possession +of their house and planned out details. +Terence duly brought his sister, who, they were +surprised to find, was an extremely good-looking +Irish girl, quite ready to do all she was told, +without asking any questions.</p> + +<p>Hal drilled her instructions into her thoroughly, +and then they both set out for the wharf, and met +the <i>Pateena</i>, which arrived with all their friends +on board, including Dr. Aveling, a friend of +Goodchild's.</p> + +<p>Hil was briefly informed of all that had been +done, and the boys hurried back to Nicholson +Street, taking the doctor with them.</p> + +<p>"Now, doctor," said Reg, "just look at this +die and see if it is fit for the job."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it will do very well," he replied, examining +the edges.</p> + +<p>"We want you to have all your tools ready, +for though Reg will do the deed, you will see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span> +that the wounds are properly dressed, won't +you?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly, I have brought all that is necessary, +and, provided you are sure of your man, I +am ready to help you."</p> + +<p>"Rest assured we won't brand the wrong +man," said Hal, who was as cool as a cucumber.</p> + +<p>"There's a cab pulling up at the door," said +Reg, excitedly. He had scarcely spoken when +there was a loud knock at the door.</p> + +<p>Miss O'Flynn opened the door, and the visitor +entered.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXIX.<br /><br /> + +EAR-MARKED.</h2> + + +<p>The room into which the gentleman was shewn +was in the centre of the house, and was furnished +as a sitting-room. Miss O'Flynn followed +him in and closed the door, which was immediately +locked on the outside. A second door +which led into another apartment, was screened +by a heavy curtain. The door it hid was kept +ajar, so that the people interested, who were +waiting in the room, could hear all that passed. +The first thing that caught the visitor's eye was +the notched stick lying on the table, which he +eagerly picked up.</p> + +<p>"Ah, here we are, miss. Yes, this is the very +stick," he said, as he examined it carefully.</p> + +<p>"The poor fellow who owned it was drowned, +I believe," said Miss O'Flynn.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span>"I want this stick as a memento of him," answered +the gentleman, sweetly.</p> + +<p>"But I can't part with it on any account."</p> + +<p>"I'll give you five pounds for it, though it is +not worth a penny."</p> + +<p>"No, sir, I cannot sell it. My brother knew +that."</p> + +<p>"Where is your brother?"</p> + +<p>"He's in the town."</p> + +<p>"And are you all alone in this large house?" +asked he, with an insinuating smile.</p> + +<p>"Yes, why?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing. But really, miss, you must +let me have this stick. You must. You must, I +say you must," and he came close to her and +stared her straight in the face.</p> + +<p>"Ah, you will then. I can have it," said he, +picking up his hat and the stick. "Now, good-bye."</p> + +<p>"Miss O'Flynn, will you leave the room?" +said a voice behind him that made him start +round as he was making his way to the door.</p> + +<p>He paused thunderstruck, as his eyes rested +on Reg's pale face with its look of fierce determination.</p> + +<p>"Villiers Wyckliffe we meet at last."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span>The silence in the room was profound, broken +only by the fall of Wyck's hat on the floor, +as his trembling fingers lost their power of +grasp.</p> + +<p>"Morris!" he gasped.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I am Reg Morris."</p> + +<p>At this announcement Wyck's first idea was +flight, and he made for the door.</p> + +<p>"Don't trouble yourself, the door is locked. +There is no escape for you now," said Reg, +sternly.</p> + +<p>Wyck watched his adversary for a moment. +Then he came forward, smiling, and said, +"My dear Morris, I was most sorry to hear of +your trouble. Believe me, I beg your pardon, +sincerely, for any wrong I did you."</p> + +<p>"Stand aside, you scoundrel. You killed the +girl I had loved for years. You made it your +sport to break our hearts. Your chosen device +is a broken heart. See I have provided you with +an excellent reproduction of it, and, in order +that you may carry it with you wherever you go, +that it may always be in evidence, I am going to +brand your charming device on both your ears."</p> + +<p>The relentless, menacing tone chilled him and +sapped his self-control. At heart Wyck was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span> +coward, but he was a calculating villain as well. +His lips quivered and his face paled. His voice +shook as he whined:</p> + +<p>"Mercy, Morris. Mercy! I'll forfeit anything, +I'll do anything you like, to make amends. I +never meant—"</p> + +<p>"But I do mean it, you grovelling coward. +And if you take my advice you'll submit, for it +has to be done."</p> + +<p>Again the cold, cruel tone made him shiver, +but the bully in Wyck's nature reasserted itself +as he shouted:</p> + +<p>"You won't. You won't, for I'll shoot you, +you hound," and he levelled a revolver he had +taken from his pocket at Reg's head.</p> + +<p>Reg laughed a hard, unnatural laugh, as he +sprang forward and, knocking his arm up, planted +a blow well between his eyes. The bullet +lodged harmlessly in the ceiling and Wyck lay +in a heap on the floor.</p> + +<p>"Come, doctor," cried Reg, as between them +they hauled the struggling man to a sofa. Reg +smothered his cries, and a few minutes later he +was under chloroform. Reg's stern determination +acted like a spell on his assistants and +swiftly all the accessories for the operation were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span> +brought. A small block was placed under each +ear; Reg firmly held the die upon the piece of +flesh, and with a single blow from a mallet +calmly branded the device on each ear. Then he +handed his victim over to the doctor to dress the +wounds and, giving a deep sigh, sank into a +chair, and buried his face in his hands. A wave +of relief that his task was accomplished, that his +oath was fulfilled, passed over him. Pity for +his victim he had none, only satisfaction that +an act of stern, pitiless justice had been done. +When the doctor had finished his bandaging +Reg straightened himself.</p> + +<p>"We'd better keep him a week here to give +the wounds a chance to heal," said Hal.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it would be as well to do so," said the +doctor. "When the bleeding stops I will dress +them so that they heal quickly."</p> + +<p>"I wonder what he'll do now," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Probably give us in charge," laughed +Hal.</p> + +<p>"Let him do so, I'm agreeable. At any +rate we will stop in Melbourne to give him a +chance."</p> + +<p>Terence and his sister were left in charge +with full instructions, and the boys left for their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span> +hotel, where they found all their friends awaiting +them.</p> + +<p>"Father, I've kept my word," said Reg, taking +Whyte's hand.</p> + +<p>"Amen," said the old man.</p> + +<p>"Kiss me," said Mrs. Whyte, coming to him +with tears in her eyes.</p> + +<p>"And shake hands with us," said Hil and +May.</p> + +<p>Goody also came forward and gave him a +hearty hand-clasp.</p> + +<p>"I thank you all," said Reg, much affected. +"But here is the man to whom the success is +due. He offered his services to me, a complete +stranger, and all these months he has been my +constant companion. Hal, old boy, give me +your hand."</p> + +<p>"I only helped a friend in need," answered +Hal.</p> + +<p>"As any Australian would do," said the doctor.</p> + +<p>The girls and Goody took to the Whytes at +once. Goody and old Whyte had many opinions +and pursuits in common, while the girls openly +called Mrs. Whyte, mother. Amy's death had +left its mark on both the old people, and the +Mia-Mia had become intolerable to them, so that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span> +when an opportunity occurred of selling it +they accepted it eagerly. Whyte had had +enough of England. It held only one small +spot sacred and dear to him, which was Amy's +grave.</p> + +<p>That evening Reg was seized with a fit of +melancholy. Now that his revenge was accomplished +the inevitable reaction had come. In +spite of his conviction that he had done his duty, +still his conscience pricked him for wilfully +maiming a fellow-creature. He had separated +himself from the others and was brooding sadly +in the twilight when he was roused by the touch +of a small hand being laid on his.</p> + +<p>"Don't fret, Mr. Morris," said May, in her +gentle, sympathetic way. "Think how you +have saved others now from the fate you saved +me from."</p> + +<p>"You make too much of it, Miss Goodchild."</p> + +<p>"No, I can never do that," she answered, +simply.</p> + +<p>"Ah, here you are. We've been looking for +you everywhere," called out Mrs. Whyte, coming +upon them.</p> + +<p>"I've been trying to console Mr. Morris, +mother," said May.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span>"And she has succeeded, for now I am quite +over it," said Reg, lightly.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Winter suggested going to the theatre +to see that friend of yours."</p> + +<p>"That's a splendid idea. We'll go."</p> + +<p>They were fortunate enough to get a box, and +gave themselves up to an evening's enjoyment. +Between the acts Hal and Reg sent their names +round to Mrs. Montague, and were immediately +received.</p> + +<p>"Shake hands, Mrs. Montague," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"He's branded," said Hal.</p> + +<p>"Who, Wyck?" asked the lady, surprised, +and both nodded an assent.</p> + +<p>"Well, he has deserved his fate," she said, with +a little sigh. "And now you will let him go." +The completion of the revenge awed her.</p> + +<p>"Will you and Mr. Montague join us at our +hotel this evening?" asked Hal.</p> + +<p>"Where are you staying?"</p> + +<p>"At 'Menzie's.'"</p> + +<p>"Why, I am there, too. Certainly we will, +with pleasure. But there is my call. Good-bye +till then."</p> + +<p>Later on, the doctor returned and gave a +favourable report of his patient. He said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span> +Terence had had a good deal of trouble to keep +him quiet. But though he was sullen and restless +no serious consequences had arisen, and he +could be removed in two days' time.</p> + +<p>They had a gay supper-party that night, and +two days later a cab was sent to 345, Nicholson +Street, and Wyck, with his head bandaged, was +released to go whithersoever he would.</p> + +<p>"Where to?" asked the cabby.</p> + +<p>"To Dr. Moloney's," said he, having heard of +that gentleman's name.</p> + +<p>"I want you to examine my ears," he said, +when he found himself in the doctor's consulting +room.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" replied the doctor, removing +the bandages. "Phew "—he whistled, +when he saw the damage.</p> + +<p>"What is it, doctor?"</p> + +<p>"You're branded for life. Who did it?" and the +doctor passed him a hand-mirror to see for himself.</p> + +<p>The sight that met Wyck's eyes nearly made +him faint with rage and terror.</p> + +<p>"Who did it?" asked the doctor, again.</p> + +<p>Then Wyck told him the story, at least his +own version of it, and in such a manner that the +doctor's indignation was at once aroused.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span>"Come down to the Police Station and I will +go with you. It's horrible that such a thing +should be allowed. You must punish these +ruffians."</p> + +<p>The doctor drove him to the nearest Police +Station and shewed the branding to the Inspector, +who was thunderstruck at the sight and +would scarcely believe the details told him by +Wyck.</p> + +<p>"Will you issue warrants?" asked the doctor.</p> + +<p>"No, we can't do that. You must charge +them with inflicting grievous bodily harm and +we must issue an information."</p> + +<p>"Where are these men now?"</p> + +<p>"I have no idea. They kept me prisoner for +three days and I daresay are far away by this +time," answered Wyck.</p> + +<p>The Inspector took down full particulars, to +be forwarded to the detective department with +instructions to wire details all over the Colonies +without delay.</p> + +<p>The Melbourne Press is as enterprising as +that of other cities, and scarcely an hour had +gone by since Wyck laid the information, when +the news-boys were shouting, "Terrible assault +on a gentleman. Ear-marked on both ears." The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span> +boys bought both the <i>Herald</i> and the <i>Standard</i>, +and read the following paragraph:</p> + +<div class="center">ASSAULT ON A GENTLEMAN.</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>At a quarter to five this evening a gentleman named Villiers +Wyckliffe, accompanied by Dr. Moloney, called at the police-station +and reported himself as being the victim of a terrible assault by +which he will be marked for life. It appears from particulars to hand, +which are very meagre, that two men named Morris and Winter +have followed him for some months in order to be revenged for +some fancied wrong. They decoyed him into a house and committed +the assault complained of. We learn that information has +been sworn, and the matter is in the hands of the detectives.</p></div> + +<p>"Shall we call for the warrants, Hal?" asked +Reg, playfully.</p> + +<p>"No; let's give the detectives a chance."</p> + +<p>At dinner they discussed their probable +arrest, but no detectives appeared, so quite unconcerned +they went off to a theatre with their +friends.</p> + +<p>The following morning both the <i>Age</i> and the +<i>Argus</i> had each long columns referring to the +assault. Both had interviewed Wyck, and that +gentleman had glorified himself and posed as the +martyr of a horrible conspiracy. The affair became +the sensation of the day. Telegrams were +sent the length and breadth of the Colonies; +ships' passenger-lists were examined, and no +trace of the fugitives from justice—so the papers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span> +called them—could be discovered. On the next +afternoon, the boys called on the Inspector, sent +up their cards and coolly asked for the warrants. +The Inspector's face was a study when he was +told where they had been staying. They were +then formally served with the informations.</p> + +<p>Each newspaper vied with the other in giving +their readers as many particulars, real or +imagined, as possible and the boys were besieged +with reporters. The public were informed +that the charge was not denied, and that the +accused considered their action fully justified. +Details were given of the curious type of ear-mark, +which was stated to be Mr. Wyckliffe's device. +The Sydney correspondent telegraphed +the surprise felt in the highest circles, and the +indignation expressed at the dastardly act, as +Mr. Wyckliffe was well-known there. The Brisbane +correspondent sent all that could be gleaned +from their Dalby and Toowoomba agents, and +the romance and the excitement grew in equal +proportions. Later editions reported that the +eminent Q.C., Mr. Qurves, had been retained for +the prosecution, and that Dr. Haddon had undertaken +the defence.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span>Next day the case was called in a crowded +court, but the defendants asked for, and obtained, +a remand of a week to allow witnesses to be +brought.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX"></a>CHAPTER XXX.<br /><br /> + +THE TRIAL.</h2> + + +<p>At length, the day of the celebrated trial of +Wyckliffe <i>v.</i> Morris and Winter dawned. Never +since the days of the trial of Ned Kelly had +popular excitement been so keen. The newspapers +were full of the case. It was the absorbing +topic throughout the colonies, and the conjectures +as to the result were numerous.</p> + +<p>The Melbourne Law Courts are housed in a +huge building, which cost hundreds of thousands +of pounds, and is acknowledged to be the largest +in the Colonies. But it was not in this palatial +building that the great case was tried, but as is +usually the way in a dilapidated, stuffy, little +police-court, with dingy walls, bad ventilation, +and greasy seats.</p> + +<p>Long before the commencement of the trial, +large crowds had gathered round the doors, not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span> +one tenth of whom could have found seats in the +miserable building, that would scarcely hold two +hundred people. The boys had secured passes +for their friends to the gallery.</p> + +<p>The bench was overcrowded with gentlemen +who could tag J.P. on to their names. This is +usual when an exciting case, particularly a breach +of promise case, is on. At ordinary times great +difficulty is experienced in getting anyone to +attend.</p> + +<p>When the Court was duly opened the Inspector +read out the charge against Reginald Morris +and Allen Winter, for inflicting grievous bodily +harm and endangering the life of Villiers +Wyckliffe.</p> + +<p>"How do you plead—Guilty or Not Guilty?" +asked the Clerk of the Court.</p> + +<p>"Not Guilty," said Reg.</p> + +<p>"Not Guilty," said Hal.</p> + +<p>"I appear to prosecute, your worship," said +Mr. Qurves, rising.</p> + +<p>"And I for the defendants," said Dr. Haddon.</p> + +<p>Wyck sat by his counsel's side. His head was +wrapped in bandages and the expression of his +face was forlorn and miserable. The boys were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span> +permitted to sit at their counsel's side and both +appeared quite contented and serene.</p> + +<p>The celebrated counsel, Mr. Qurves, noisily +arranged his papers, rose and opened the case +in the blustering manner for which he was +famous.</p> + +<p>"The case I have to present to your worship +I think I may characterise as unprecedented in +the annals of Australian history. It is monstrous +that such a savage act of reprisal should have +been conceived in the midst of the enlightened +civilisation of our day. It is typical of a period +of savagery and barbarism, and I venture to +assert that even were we living under such barbaric +conditions, when human life was held +cheaply, an act so atrocious as this would +not be allowed to go unpunished. That the +prisoners—"</p> + +<p>"I object to my clients being called prisoners," +interposed Dr. Haddon.</p> + +<p>"I bow to my learned friend. I will say defendants—for +that they will be prisoners soon will +be clearly demonstrated, so the objection hardly +matters. That the defendants are hardened to +crime and wickedness their callous manner +makes apparent to all of us. To view with in-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span>difference +the grave charge of disfiguring a man +in such a manner that his life is ruined stamps +them at once as murderers in intent, if not in +deed. I shall have little difficulty in shewing your +worship that the crime was premeditated, and +that the defendants were literally thirsting to +avenge themselves in this bloodthirsty manner. +I shall shew the Court that the defendant Morris +set himself to avenge a wrong—or rather what +his warped imagination considered a wrong—and, +coward that he was, thinking that man to +man would be an unequal match he sought an +accomplice in the man by his side. Both of +them hounded my client down, tracked him +over the whole country—and what for, think +you? For his blood—and yet both have the +presumption to sit there with smiling faces and +to ask you to believe they have done an heroic +deed."</p> + +<p>Mr. Qurves was practised in the art of rousing +his audience to indignation, and he paused to +let the full effect of his outburst sink into the +hearts of his hearers.</p> + +<p>"These are the outlines, your worship. I will +now go into details. Villiers Wyckliffe, my +client, is the only son of the late Seymour Wyck<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span>cliffe, +the eminent banker, whose name is known +throughout the civilised world. On the death +of his father, Mr. Wyckliffe, being disinclined for +a business life, converted the bank into a company +and retired. Now, given a young man of +prepossessing appearance, of good birth and +standing, with ample means, does it not stand to +reason that, in a city like London, a young man +of this description would have more temptations +thrown in his way than a more ordinary individual? +Furthermore, he was always a great +favourite with the gentler sex, and perhaps that +fact alone was sufficient to rouse the ire of jealous +individuals, a fair specimen of whom we have before +us in the defendant Morris. Now, my client +was introduced to a young lady at a ball, at the +lady's own request, and they sat out one dance +together. The lady proving to be very interested +in him, and shewing a tendency to monopolise +his attention, time passed, so that instead of one +dance being missed, two were. The lady in question +had merely remarked that as she was engaged +to her betrothed for the next dance, it did not +matter missing it. Also, in the course of the +conversation, she mentioned, in a manner that +could not be misconstrued, that she would be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span> +walking on the following day in the Park. +Naturally, my client announced his intention of +being there too. They met, and for several days +continued to meet, just previous to the day the +plaintiff had decided to start on his trip to +Australia. On his arrival here telegrams informed +him that he was being pursued. My +client was surprised, but subsequently obtained +the information that the girl had fallen in love +with him and broken off with her betrothed, +the defendant Morris. Now, I ask the Court if +it is surprising that a girl should do that? +One has only to compare the two men—even +though you now see my client at a disadvantage—to +perceive how natural, how much +a matter of common sense and how inevitable +it was that she should do so. Now, this +commonplace matter was the cause of the +assault."</p> + +<p>We need not follow the learned counsel as he +detailed the history of the meeting with Winter, +the pursuit from one colony to another, the theft +of the notched stick, and the ultimate capture +of Wyck. With brutal directness and sarcasm +he laid bare a diabolical plot until the audience +was roused almost to a pitch of frenzy: but when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[Pg 373]</a></span> +he closed as follows the frenzy became almost +uncontrollable.</p> + +<p>"When these ruffians seized and drugged my +client and gave play to their barbarous instincts +by maiming him for life, one is tempted to ask +why they did not further indulge their brutal +propensities by roasting the flesh they cut away. +I am sorry to say that both these men are Australians, +and I ask again, can such things be +tolerated in the country of sunshine and gladness, +of freedom and justice? In another country +we know Judge Lynch would preside at +their trial. And we here shall shew these two +that such an atrocity will not be permitted here +solely because a girl has shewn one man that +she can like him better than another, with whom +she has become entangled. I will now call Mr. +Wyckliffe."</p> + +<p>As Mr. Qurves sat down he was gratified to +find his blustering eloquence had had the result +desired. Applause broke out in all corners +of the Court; in vain the criers shouted for +order, but their voices were drowned. "Let's +lynch 'em," shouted some ardent spirits at the +back. The row only subsided when the magistrate +gave orders for the Court to be cleared.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[Pg 374]</a></span> +The boys looked quietly at each other, and held +a whispered consultation with their counsel, but +they remained as calm and collected as before, +and the girls followed their example of quiet +confidence.</p> + +<p>Wyck entered the box with an air of bravado, +and gave full particulars in support of his +counsel's opening, in answer to the questions +put to him. When Mr. Qurves had finished, +Dr. Haddon rose in a quiet way, glanced slowly +round the Court, and, turning to Wyck, asked:</p> + +<p>"You know, of course, you are on your oath?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly."</p> + +<p>"You were a member of the Detlij Club +before you left London?"</p> + +<p>Wyck started in surprise, but answered, "I +was."</p> + +<p>"One of the objects of the Club was to +enable jilted men to avenge themselves, I +believe?"</p> + +<p>"I believe so."</p> + +<p>"They give a gold badge every year to the +member who can boast of having destroyed the +happiness of the most ladies?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"You were awarded that badge last year?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[Pg 375]</a></span>"I was."</p> + +<p>"This is your stick, I believe?"</p> + +<p>"It was, before it was stolen."</p> + +<p>"Did you cut those notches in it?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"Who did?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know."</p> + +<p>"Will you swear that you did not produce +this stick at the Detlij Club and +assert that each notch represented a broken +heart?"</p> + +<p>"I did not."</p> + +<p>"Then what did you get the badge for?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know." This in a sulky tone.</p> + +<p>"Had you a friend of the name of Thomas +Thomas?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"You are aware he confessed everything to +Morris?"</p> + +<p>"No!" excitedly.</p> + +<p>"Well then, I can tell you he did."</p> + +<p>"It's a lie."</p> + +<p>"Your crest was a broken heart, I believe?"</p> + +<p>"It was."</p> + +<p>"Why did you choose that?"</p> + +<p>"To please myself."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[Pg 376]</a></span>"You know, of course, that you are branded +with your own device?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Now, with reference to this stick; do you +still swear that you never produced it at the +Detlij Club?"</p> + +<p>"I do."</p> + +<p>"Then what would you say if I brought forward +a member of the Club to prove it?"</p> + +<p>"That he's a liar."</p> + +<p>"I have nothing more to ask, your worship," +said Dr. Haddon, resuming his seat.</p> + +<p>Dick Burton and several minor witnesses were +called to complete the case for the prosecution, +and the Court adjourned for luncheon.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXI" id="CHAPTER_XXXI"></a>CHAPTER XXXI.<br /><br /> + +THE VERDICT.</h2> + + +<p>The Court was, if possible, more crowded than +ever when the case was resumed. The atmosphere +was oppressive in the extreme, and the +attention of everyone was strained to the +utmost when Dr. Haddon rose to open the +defence.</p> + +<p>"May it please your worship. This case has +been described by my learned friend as unprecedented +in the annals of Australian history. I +have no doubt that such is the case, but I sincerely +hope from this day onward it may become +a common occurrence."</p> + +<p>The effect of this opening was electrical and +caused a sensation in the Court. The Justices +whispered portentously among themselves, in +doubt whether the counsel should not be pulled +up short.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[Pg 378]</a></span>"I repeat my words," continued the advocate. +"I hope it will become a common +occurrence, and furthermore I venture to +say that there is not an Australian present +in this building who will not agree with +me when he has heard the evidence. Now +the plaintiff, Villiers Wyckliffe, has informed +us through his counsel that he lived the life of +an English gentleman. The only comment I +make on that is to say that his class will need all +the help Heaven can give them, for I shall prove +their representative to be a villain of the deepest +dye. He has acknowledged his connection with +the Detlij Club, an infamous institution which is +the expression of the depravity, the callousness, +the cynicism, the degradation of English Society. +He acknowledged also that he was the owner of +this stick, and, in spite of his denial, I shall +have little difficulty in proving to the satisfaction +of the Court that the notches were placed there +by his own hand, and that each notch represented +was airily described as a broken heart. When I +mention to your worship that the notches are +fifty in number it will give some indication of +the plaintiffs character."</p> + +<p>Dr. Haddon had struck the right key-note,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[Pg 379]</a></span> +and everyone in Court hung upon his words. +The silence was profound, and each listener's +eager attention grew in intensity as he proceeded +to detail the peculiar power of fascination—snake-like, +he called it—possessed by the +plaintiff. Without any assistance from turgid +rhetoric, or indignant denunciation, he depicted +it in a manner so simple, yet so direct, that his +audience shivered in response. Then, with consummate +art, he played upon their sensibilities +by picturing the simple homeliness of Amy Johnson's +happy family circle, on to the fervour of +Reg's devotion, the complete happiness of the +young couple up to their disunion under the +diabolical arts of Wyckliffe. Gently, but still +with a power that swayed them in their own despite, +he wrung their sympathies from them with +a pathetic recital of Amy's death, showed the +blank in the happy home, and roused them to a +pitch of enthusiasm over his client's oath of +vengeance.</p> + +<p>"I have witnesses from England," he continued, +"who will speak to his dastardly gallantries +there. I have girls from all parts of +Australia"—here a constable whispered in his +ear. "This constable tells me, your worship, that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[Pg 380]</a></span> +he has some difficulty in keeping the witnesses +I have just alluded to under control. They have +expressed a unanimous wish to have an interview +with the plaintiff."</p> + +<p>The suggestion of Wyckliffe being handed +over to the tender mercies of his Australian +victims seemed to tickle the audience and a +faint ripple of laughter went round the crowded +Court. Wyck, who had been growing more and +more fidgetty, here held an excited conversation +with his counsel, who rose and said:</p> + +<p>"Your worship, my client complains of feeling +unwell. May we adjourn?"</p> + +<p>"I object to an adjournment," said Dr. +Haddon, promptly.</p> + +<p>"Then my client instructs me to withdraw +the case, as he does not wish to carry the matter +further."</p> + +<p>"What's that?" said the Chairman, in surprise.</p> + +<p>"Well, your worship, if you will allow me to +explain," said Mr. Qurves, in his impressive way, +"I should like to say that I have never given up +a case with greater pleasure than I do this one, +for I am an Australian born and I consider the +defendants acted like men, and I wish publicly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[Pg 381]</a></span> +to apologise for anything I have said to their +discredit. I consider them an honour to our +country."</p> + +<p>"Hear, hear. Hurrah!" burst from all +sides.</p> + +<p>"Silence!" cried the crier, but he cried in +vain.</p> + +<p>When silence was in some measure restored, +the Chairman remarked:</p> + +<p>"If Mr. Wyckliffe wishes to withdraw from +the prosecution there is nothing left for the +Bench but to dismiss the case. The defendants +have undoubtedly broken the law, which we are +here to administer, but though we are magistrates, +our sympathy is for the Australians, and +I cannot help saying that I am glad that our +duty demands from us nothing that will prevent +them from quitting the Court."</p> + +<p>Ringing cheers here broke out from all +quarters, which no one wished to check. Even +members of the Bench were seen to join in the +applause. The Inspector, fearing Wyck might +be roughly handled, got him away quietly and +sent him off in a cab to his hotel.</p> + +<p>Enthusiasm ran high, and the boys had considerable +difficulty in leaving the Court. At last<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span> +they got safely into a cab, but even then the +crowd refused to leave them unmolested, and the +horse was removed and they were dragged in +triumph to their hotel.</p> + +<p>That evening, the young Australians gave +a big banquet at the Town Hall, at which they +were the honoured guests. Toasts and complimentary +speeches followed one another in rapid +succession. Australians love their country, but +they love the honour of their women above all.</p> + +<p>Everywhere the boys were feted and made much +of, and it was a relief to them when they were able +to accompany the girls and Mr. and Mrs. Whyte +to Tasmania for a lengthy stay at Goodchild's. +Here they rested till Reg had recovered his melancholy, +till the memory of Wyck and his infamy +had become like an evil dream, and life seemed +again to offer him a share in its joys, and the +future held out the prospect of many happy days +to come.</p> + + + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[Pg 383]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXII" id="CHAPTER_XXXII"></a>CHAPTER XXXII.<br /><br /> + +CONCLUSION.</h2> + + +<p>The following is a cutting from the <i>Bulletin</i>:</p> + +<div class="center">SEQUELS TO THE GREAT CASE OF WYCKLIFFE v. +MORRIS AND WINTER.</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Phase I.</span>—Yesterday was a red letter day in Melbourne, for it +witnessed the double wedding of the heroes of the great case of +Wyckliffe v. Morris and Winter to two of the wealthiest and most +charming of Australian heiresses. Having successfully, and to the +admiration of their countrymen, vindicated the honour of Australia +on the person of its English traducer, Mr. Allen Winter and Mr. +Reginald Morris have now proceeded to demonstrate to Englishmen +in general, (and we may add to our own countrymen also), how possible +it is for an Australian heiress to ally herself with an Australian +husband. From to-day, Miss Hilda Mannahill, a daughter of whom +Australia is proud, reappears as Mrs. Allen Winter; and Miss May +Goodchild, the daughter of Mr. Goodchild, of Tasmania, reappears +as Mrs. Reginald Morris. A fashionable crowd packed Scott's +Church, where the ceremony was performed; and a larger and less +fashionable, but more enthusiastic, crowd lined the streets and +greeted both brides and bridegrooms with the heartiest cheers. +With one voice Australia wishes them health and happiness.</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Phase II.</span>—Have you ever seen a whipped hound trailing along +with its tail between its legs? How furtively it gazes out of the +corner of one eye. With what anxious trepidation it endeavours +to hide itself behind the flimsiest obstacles! What an air of +dilapidation and misery it bears! How piteously it whines if you +deign to notice it, as if it said, "It wasn't me, but the ugly bull-dog +round the corner!" Passengers by the s.s. <i>Paramatta</i>, which left<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[Pg 384]</a></span> +Adelaide yesterday, were reminded of the aptness of this simile to +one of their number, who was leaving for England. He was a +young man, with a pale, emaciated face, a hang-dog expression, and +having both ears closely bandaged. His name is Villiers Wyckliffe, +and he will be able to tell England what he thinks of Australia, +and on his person he will bear, till his dying day, the mark of +Australia's Revenge.</p></div> + + +<div class="center">LATEST EDITION.<br /><br /> + +<span class="smcap">Sydney Cup.</span><br /><br /> + +Mrs. Allen Winter's "Wyck" won by two lengths.</div> + +<div class="center"><br /><br /><br /><br />FINIS.</div> + +<hr class="chapter" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="APPENDIX" id="APPENDIX"></a>APPENDIX.</h2> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[ii]</a></span></p> +<h3>AUTHORS' NOTE.</h3> + + +<p>The authors would like it to be distinctly understood +that the following is an opinion formed by a young +Australian, a keen observer who has traversed the greater +portion of the Colonies, mixed freely with all classes, and +attended meetings, at times presided over by eminent +politicians, at others by working men. The opinion given +is an unprejudiced one for which he alone is responsible. +He is not connected with any society whatsoever, nor has +he any interest in one; and the authors trust that their +readers will treat it accordingly.</p> + + + +<hr class="app" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p> +<h4>AUSTRALIAN GOVERNORS.</h4> + + + +<div class="center"><span class="smcap">Past</span>—<span class="smcap">Present</span>—<span class="smcap">Future</span>.</div> + +<div class="center"><span class="smcap"><br />List</span> 1894.<br /><br /></div> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5" width="40%" summary="Australian Colonial Governors Salaries"> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Colony</i>.</td><td align="center"><i>Salary</i>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Victoria</span></td><td align="right">£10,000</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">New South Wales</span></td><td align="right">7,000</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">South Australia</span></td><td align="right">5,000</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Queensland</span></td><td align="right">5,000</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Western Australia</span></td><td align="right">4,000</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">New Zealand</span></td><td align="right">5,000</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Tasmania</span></td><td align="right">3,500</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"> </td><td align="right" style="border-top: 1px solid black;">39,500</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<h4>DEFINITION.</h4> + +<p>An Australian Governor is a gentleman, usually a nobleman, who, +without having any special qualifications, is sent out by the Crown +to represent the interests of Great Britain and to safeguard the +bond that links the Colony to its Mother Country. His position +is virtually an anomaly and he himself, a mere figure-head.</p> + + + +<hr class="app" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="FROM_A_GENERAL_POINT_OF_VIEW" id="FROM_A_GENERAL_POINT_OF_VIEW"></a>FROM A GENERAL POINT OF VIEW.</h3> + +<p>Governors may be divided into two classes, as follows:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>1.—Those who possess an income, and accept the position +with the intention of living a life of pleasure.</p> + +<p>2.—Those who are hard pressed, and accept with the idea of +recruiting and saving money.</p></div> + +<p>Herein is embodied the chief elements which will determine +whether a Governor is to become popular or unpopular, for no +matter how excellent his qualifications may be if he is poor his +chances of becoming popular are reduced to a minimum.</p> + +<p>The indispensable conditions for an Australian Governor in Australian +eyes are as follows:—</p> + +<p>He must be a titled nobleman of really ancient and distinguished +family, for the Australian Society folks "dearly love a lord."</p> + +<p>He must possess a large private income and be prepared to spend +it in addition to his salary.</p> + +<p>He must be an ardent sportsman and <i>bon viveur</i>, and yet be on +terms of sympathy with the Anti-Gambling Society and the Tee-total +Party.</p> + +<p>He must entertain right royally.</p> + +<p>He must have no strong political opinions or, if he has, he must +keep them to himself.</p> + +<p>He should be able to make a humorous, graceful and good-natured +speech, neither biassed nor erudite, on any subject that may +come prominently forward.</p> + +<p>He must lay aside all aristocratic "airs," and be prepared to shake +every caller's hand at levees, etc.</p> + +<p>Lastly, but by no means least in importance, he must possess a +wife of an amiable disposition, who will mix on cordial terms with +the ladies, condescend to "talk chiffons" and even scandal when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span> +required; and one, who in addition to being a perfect hostess, must +hold herself ever ready to be at the beck and call of the general +public to lay foundation stones, open bazaars and perform the +hundred-and-one similar social functions.</p> + +<p>These qualifications are not severe, and many men going out for a +life of pleasure would find little difficulty in fulfilling them. The +stumbling-block to most aspirants would be in the two first clauses, +for one need only glance over the peerage to find to his astonishment +how few really representatives of ancient families are possessed +of good incomes. The large incomes are enjoyed by the +self-made men who have been raised to the peerage of late years, but +though Australians would object to a poor man, they would not have +a wealthy, self-made man, however celebrated he might be, at any +price; for the Colonies are great respecters of, and believers in, blue +blood, as they possess an abundance of the commoner quality +already.</p> + +<p>Lord Carrington stands supreme in the annals of Australian history +as the most popular Governor who has ever visited her shores. +Since he holds a position so unique it may be as well to examine the +means to which he owed his success. They lie in a nut-shell. He +realised his position as a figure-head. He knew he would be called +upon to lavish hospitality on a grand scale, and to confine himself +to the exercise of social qualities only. He made his plans accordingly.</p> + +<p>His predecessor, an old and well-tried diplomatist, had failed +through interference, and he profited by the experience. A week +after his arrival he could count his admirers by the score, and a few +months later the Colony from end to end sang his praises. And +what a glorious time the Society folk had! what delightful garden-parties, +entertainments, and picnics! No gathering was complete +without the genial Lord and his Lady, and they, recognising the +situation, were always ready and willing to put in an attendance at +every function, at all of which they invariably received a loyal and +hearty welcome. In the council-room his Lordship was equally +ready to act up to the ideal. When his Ministers attended to discuss +politics he yawned, languidly—so gracefully, indeed, that the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span> +"Carrington yawn" became the rage in Sydney—he would put the +papers aside in his genial way, bid them do anything they pleased, +and order refreshments of the most enticing nature, and politics +would be forgotten. Undoubtedly among their many estimable +qualities the greatest lay in the interest both took in the welfare of +the poor; and when the day of their departure came, there was as +genuine a display of grief on the part of the poverty-stricken, who +had been the recipient of their bounty, as from those in higher places +who had revelled in their hospitality.</p> + +<p>Sir Henry Loch, as Governor of Victoria, rivalled Lord Carrington +very closely in popularity. He might be taken as an exception to +the rule, for, although not a lord, he showed himself to be such an +excellent diplomatist, and capable of giving such sensible advice, +that his opinion was always sought by his Ministers on matters of +importance. Even these qualities in a man would not always ensure +his success, for, were he too eager to give his advice, he might be +classed as an interferer; but, as previously mentioned, Sir Henry +was an excellent diplomatist. At the same time he had the good +fortune to have in his wife one of the most amiable and genial +hostesses that ever presided over a Government House in the +Colonies.</p> + +<p>How readily a Governor may become unpopular may be illustrated +in the case of one within the last ten years, who received a most +cordial welcome and flattering reception, the whole Colony turning +out to do him honour. His lady, however, the following day turned +the tide against him, by summoning a meeting of all the local business +people and delivering a very pathetic lecture on domestic +economy. The following day Society received the appalling news +that no balls, receptions, or parties were to be expected, as they +came out with the intention of economising, having to keep up a +second establishment in England. This occurred strangely enough +in by far the most hospitable and pleasure-loving of the Australasian +Colonies. Needless to say, it did not take many months before they +were given to understand what was expected from a Governor. They +fell in gracefully with the hint given them, and towards the end of +their term became fairly popular.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span>Upon the Governors of to-day little more than a few passing remarks +need be made, as no one of them can rank as a really popular +Governor.</p> + +<p>Lord Kintore cannot by any means be considered a success. Certainly +he was not rich when he accepted the position, but he was +fortunate in being put in the way of "a good thing," by some of +those gentlemen, eager for social distinction, with whom the Colonies +swarm. The good thing came off, and he became richer to the extent +of some thirty thousand—but his advisers are still waiting for +titles. His popularity was not increased by that expensive trip of his +across Australia, for although he may have figured as a hero in +England, by no means did he do so in Australia, for he travelled <i>en +prince</i>, with his medical adviser and every other personal and +material luxury provided at the expense of the Colony. Lady Kintore +could never feel at home in the Colonies and openly showed her preference +for English life and ways, preferring rather to entertain +English Royalty and nobility than the "common Australians." +Consequently, Government House in Adelaide has been voted a +distinct failure since she became its hostess. The Premier of South +Australia has announced that the Governor's salary will in future be +reduced by two thousand pounds; his reasons are obvious. The +other Colonies will follow suit for a certainty, so the halcyon days +of an Australian Governor may fairly be said to be over.</p> + +<p>In Lord Hopetoun we have a young and inexperienced man. He +is popular among a certain class, but, taking him all round, he can +neither be regarded as a success nor a failure; but he has a few exceptionally +good traits of character, by which he will be remembered +long after his time has expired.</p> + +<p>Sir Robert Duff, the recently-appointed Governor of New South +Wales, has on more than one occasion offended the Colonials and, +judging by the way he is spoken of in the Press, his term of office is +not likely to be a happy one, nor will it tend to strengthen the +existing bond.</p> + +<p>The Press of Australia may generally be regarded as very enthusiastic +in its support of the Governors, and, considering the weight +and influence it carries and exercises, it is well that this is so. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span> +only exception to the rule is the <i>Sydney Bulletin</i>, a paper with a large +circulation, which it owes to its outspoken opinions and clever caricatures +of all the leading men and incidents of the day. It carries +considerable influence with it, more especially in the democratic +circles, throughout all the Colonies. Most of the Governors that +have held office in Australia will, no doubt, have unpleasant recollections +of its satire.</p> + +<p>Every Colony has her leading dailies, and they, taken as a whole, +may be termed loyal supporters of Great Britain and her Sovereign.</p> + +<p>The reasons that may be assigned are many.</p> + +<p>In the first place, they have to meet the wishes of their subscribers +and, undoubtedly, the majority of the more important have strictly +loyal opinions, and both have become used to the groove in which +they have been running for so many years, probably dating back to +the days when the right of free speech was not so permissible as it +now is.</p> + +<p>Then again, the Press seemed to think it their duty to accept with +acclamation any representative sent out by the Crown, no matter +whether he was suitable for the position or not, but this has to a +great extent become altered, thanks to Queensland, the most outspoken +and independent of all the Colonies, when her able Premier +put down his foot and said that he should be consulted before an +appointment was ratified. Even then some of the older journals +reproved Queensland for her audacity, but fortunately they were in +the minority and had to give way.</p> + +<p>Of course, no Governor however dull he might be, would be so +injudicious as to offend the Press, for he would not increase the +popularity of his stay, nor would he tend to strengthen the connecting +link; consequently the chief officers of the Press enjoy many +privileges not known to the outside world; but that's diplomacy.</p> + +<p>There are times, however, when the Governors may, either from +want of knowledge or from other reasons, overstep the limits of +their duty. The Press will then in leading articles gently point +out the error of their ways, and offer sensible advice on the subject; +if the offender be wise he will withdraw, unconditionally, and then +all will be well; but should he persevere in his antagonism he will<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span> +receive a severe slating. This of course is only referring to extra-ordinary +cases, as the Governors as a rule are allowed a wide scope +in which to humour their whims.</p> + +<p>From the foregoing it will be seen that, taken from a general +point of view, the duties of the Governors are merely to preside, +entertain right royally and to be good fellows; for this the Colonies +are prepared to pay handsome salaries and bow down to her +Majesty's representatives, professing their apparent sincerest loyalty +to the Crown.</p> + + + +<hr class="app" /> +<h3>FROM A YOUNG AUSTRALIAN POINT OF VIEW.</h3> + + +<p>Within the last few years there has been a strong feeling of democracy +growing in Australia. It can be traced to two great sources. +Firstly, to the fact that the young Australians have grown tired of +the continual display of so-called loyalty, and secondly, to the great +struggles that have taken place between capital and labour; and +although neither party recognises each other's policy these are so +similar in the main points that they will be taken collectively, including +that of a third and weaker party, who, although also of the +same mind, do not recognise either of the former.</p> + +<p>Scores of societies and parties are to be found scattered over the +length and breadth of the Colonies. They are to be found in the +handsome chambers of the City Clubs, presided over by some of +the leading men of the day, and they are to be found in the white-washed +parlour of the bush public-house, with a rough labouring, +yet perhaps a deep-thinking, man at their head, coupled with occasional +assistance perhaps of a delegate from some Union or the +Labour representative in Parliament for that district. At the present +time they are disunited for reasons of their own, and in many +cases they would feel insulted at the very idea of their names being<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span> +coupled together: consequently, each works on what it considers +its own lines, which it naturally believes to be the correct ones; +but one day Great Britain will make another blunder—which judging +from past events cannot be considered altogether an impossibility—and +the Young Australians, feeling themselves strong enough +in numbers, will rise and assert their opinion or in other words will +take objection; the result will be that publicity will be given to their +opinions and arguments, and then for the first time the other societies +and parties will recognise how closely their policies agree, and +they will naturally extend their sympathy towards them; this will +give the Young Australians confidence and they will take a more +determined stand, with the result that the outside bodies will +proffer their assistance and will act as tributaries feeding a running +stream; with others joining in from other quarters this small insignificant +stream will gradually swell, and the result will be a vast river +of party feeling with so strong a current and such immense volume +that to try and divert its course would be useless. Considering +that the present labour parties, who are democrats almost to a man, +hold the balance of power in all the principal Parliaments some +idea might be formed of the power that Young Australians would +hold when they had asserted themselves.</p> + +<p>Now, supposing such a body had been formed, what would their +policy be?</p> + +<p>The first on the list would be the appointment of their leaders by +ballot, this over, the more important step would be taken on true +democratic lines to secure their permanency; consequently the first +item of importance would be the guarding against social distinctions +in the shape of knighthoods emanating from Great Britain. This +might seem of trivial importance to such a body, as it might be +argued that men of their opinions would not be the ones to have the +refusal of such distinctions, and yet it would be so, for one has only +to look at every-day life in Australia and to watch what is going on, +to be convinced of the importance of the precautions.</p> + +<p>Knighthoods and social distinctions may well be looked on as a +curse in Australia, and it's only the Crown's advisers that really +know what a trump card they hold in having an abundant supply<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span> +always on hand ready to be distributed at the slightest notice. +Should it enter the minds of any reader that this casts a reflection +on the holders of such distinctions let it be instantly dismissed, for +there are gentlemen of the first water holding titles, to whom every +right thinking person will admit their claim to the highest distinction +the Crown could bestow on them, for they have helped to build +up the Empire and make it what it now is, and are men whose consciences +would allow them to assert that in accepting the same they +only did their duty; but it's not of this class that anything need be +said, it is those who are daily practising hypocrisy and appearing +as philanthropists by bestowing munificent gifts on institutions, or +are agreeable to sell their opinions with the hope of securing the +coveted honours. Take away the titles granted to politicians, +and very few will remain, and as politics has long since +been acknowledged the cheapest way to become knighted, the +competition has become very keen, with the result that influential +men with strong Republican opinions, are offered and accept a +title, thereby selling themselves. There are men who once were +acknowledged to be as firm as a rock in their sentiments, wavering +as the coveted curse is dangled in front of their nose. Intrigues +and conspiracies are carried on between themselves, and the whole +political career of many an honest man has been blasted by his +ambition to have a handle to his name.</p> + +<p>There is another class who try to work the oracle through the +Governors, but that has not proved a success.</p> + +<p>Then come the philanthropists, one of whom barely escaped taking +his title into penal servitude lately, and another of whom, on +securing the title, at once came to England and settled down as +an English nobleman, giving strict orders for his estates to be +managed in the most economical way, in order that he might be able +to live as a gentleman in England; he has been successful and is now +related to titled families of the class with which England abounds, +for ever on the alert to make the acquaintance of millionaires' +daughters. That this class of people should be titled is what +disgusts the Young Australians, especially when they have so many +good citizens, men who have introduced capital, started industries<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span> +and manufactories and have assisted to build up the commercial +trade with the world; these are passed over and not noticed, for the +simple reason that their names do not appear in print twice a day, +but they are true men and are thought none the less of. Much as +the many worthy recipients are admired, there is yet a class that are +held to be far superior, and they are those who, on being pressed to +accept the honours, refused, preferring to keep their opinions unfettered; +they are the men Young Australians admire, and are +prepared to follow.</p> + +<p>"Cut the painter" might be suggested by some weak and injudicious +member of about the calibre of that novelist who made use +of the same expression in his report of his reception in the Colonies. +This, however, would be negatived immediately, as it would be +entirely in opposition to what their policy would be.</p> + +<p>The next question, undoubtedly, would be the appointment of +Governors, and a motion proposing the abolition of English +Governors would be brought forward and received with such enthusiasm +that it would quickly be recognised as a point of vital +importance and interest.</p> + +<p>On looking at the definition of a Governor it is seen that his +position is an anomaly and he himself a figure-head, his duty being +to strengthen the link that connects the Colony to Great Britain, +This definition as before mentioned, may be allowable from a general +point of view, but never from the Young Australians' point of view, +for they recognise that these gentlemen of pleasure cost the Colonies +£39,500 a year in salaries, and another £20,000 may be added for +incidental expenses, interest, etc., making, roughly speaking £60,000 +a year, or nearly sufficient to pay the interest on a three per cent. +loan of two millions. It would be argued in the first place that the +sixty thousand was simply thrown away, and in the second that +the time had arrived when men of ability took the places of the +figure-heads.</p> + +<p>The English Governor is sent out to strengthen the existing bond, +or in other words to preach loyalty. "God save the Queen" is his +text, his motto and his password. If he attends a public function, +"God save the Queen" is conspicuous on the walls; if he replies<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span> +to a toast he will make frequent reference to the estimable qualities +of Her Majesty. If he walks or drives down the street, the street +bands and barrel-organs play "God save the Queen"; if he attends +or promises to attend a theatrical performance, nothing is done +until his arrival, even if it be an hour late, then everybody in the +house is expected to rise, and take off their hats, when the orchestra +greets him with "God save the Queen." If he attends a dinner, "God +save the Queen" is inscribed on the menu between each of the courses, +and is supposed to be partaken of; if he visits a school the children +will have been practising for months, at home, in the street, in +school and everywhere, "God save the Queen"; if he attends a +football match or any athletic sports, he is the centre of attraction, +all in the grand stands rise while the band plays "God save the +Queen." These are a few instances that have become law in Australia, +and the song or tune has just about the same effect on the +Young Australians as a worn-out, threadbare music-hall song would +have on a first-night audience; and yet there are plenty of people +to be found who will acknowledge that it's the prettiest tune they ever +heard, and with a "God bless the dear old lady," they are arguing +the next instant with themselves that it must come, it's only a +matter of waiting, another thousand or two judiciously expended +will do it. To keep the tune of "God save the Queen" fresh in the +Australian's ears costs sixty thousand a year.</p> + +<p>One of the greatest surprises an Australian has on his arrival in +England is the comparative lack, of loyal display. There, the +Queen's birthday is taken no more notice of than if it were a commoner's, +the Prince of Wales's less, even the papers make very slight +mention of the fact. Britons dearly love their ruler and are always +ready to obey when called on, but, they do not make any attempt to +impress it upon every one that visits their shores, and by so doing +command respect. As for Earls and Lords they are spoken of as +my milkman, Lord So-and-So, or my fruiterer or butcher, the Earl +of So-and-So, or my dressmaker the Countess of So-and-So, as +they are rapidly becoming mixed up in trade.</p> + +<p>To return to the loyal subjects of Australia, what does loyalty +mean? Ask for a truthful statement and nine out of ten will reply,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a></span> +"self-interest." This is why Young Australians object, for, taken as +a whole they do not trouble about Society and its ways; they are +open, candid and, above all, they despise hypocrisy. So, instead +of the Governor strengthening the existing bond, he is weakening it, +looking at it from a general point of view, and this fact is regretted +by the Young Australians, for, although they will always be ready +and willing to show their highest respect and admiration for both +Her Majesty and her dominions, and wish, if anything, to +strengthen the bond, yet they will not recognise figure-heads when +they have men of ability among themselves, willing and capable to +govern the Colony at a third of the expense. Young Australians +are loyal, although they may have their own peculiar way of +showing their loyalty.</p> + +<p>Supposing the English Governors were to be withdrawn, it might +be asked what would the connecting link be which would still +bind the Colonies to Great Britain. That might be answered in +a very practical way. If Great Britain wishes to be represented +in the Colonies, let her send out men of commercial and business +ability as Ambassadors, paying them sufficient to be able to +entertain right royally; that would have the desired effect. But why +should it be necessary for Great Britain to be represented at all, +for there is not the slightest fear of Australia attempting to cut the +leading strings, but, on the other hand, it would be so beneficial to +the Colonies and all concerned, that the act would be so appreciated +as to make the bond stronger than ever. Such arrangements as the +Australian Squadron now in force might be improved upon and +continued, and many more that would undoubtedly suggest themselves +to the interests of both parties.</p> + +<p>There can be no doubt that at its first intimation the candidature +for a Local Governorship would bring forth many aspirants for the +honour, but, fortunately for Australia, every Colony has men +who stand head and shoulders above their fellows, that when +a minute examination of the necessary qualifications was held +there would be no difficulty in selecting the proper man for the +position.</p> + +<p>In order to point out the contrast between the Local and English<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span> +Governors, let us consider the action of each at an imaginary meeting +called to discuss the most important phase in Australian history, +viz: Federation.</p> + +<p>The present system will be dealt with first.</p> + +<p>As the Governors of to-day are recognised only as figure-heads, +they would not be invited to attend, consequently the whole onus of +the undertaking would fall on the Premiers and their Parliamentary +colleagues.</p> + +<p>Every Parliament may be divided into three distinct classes, +the Government, the Opposition, and the Labour Party, consequently +the leaders of all three parties would be required +to assist in the movement. They might fairly be said to +represent the Colony, but would it be likely that the Opposition, +who have perhaps lately been thrown out of power, would assist +their opponents to complete what is to be the most important step +in Australian history? No, most decidedly not, for they would +recognise that the party in power would take the sole credit for +having brought it about. Shewing how eager the Premiers of the +Colonies are to personally bring about that most important step, it +may be mentioned that the last three Premiers of New South Wales +have each made overtures to the other Colonies, and yet were +they to meet in convention their opinions would be divided, with +the result that Federation would be just as far off as ever it was, +and under the existing regime it will never be brought to a head.</p> + +<p>Now, supposing that a Local Governor was at the head of the +Colony how different things would be, for he would have no political +or party feelings, he would be the friend of all, and were a convention +to be called, he, a man of ability and integrity, with his +whole interests in the Colony, would meet men of the same calibre +from the other Colonies; he would be accompanied by his able +ministers and leaders of the different parties; all party strife would +be put aside, for on his shoulders would fall the credit of such an +undertaking, and the parties, glad to choose a medium by which their +opponents would not succeed over them, would gladly consent to the +intervening party, consequently this policy would be unanimous, and +the long-talked of Federation accomplished.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[xvi]</a></span>English Governors are a direct stumbling-block to Federation, +and before any convention is held, steps should be taken for the +removal of the obstacles.</p> + +<p>Had Australia been self-governed, or even had the Governors been +shrewd business men, there is a great possibility that that great financial +crisis, which nearly crippled Australia and by which millions +were lost, might have been avoided. This may seem a rash statement, +and yet when the facts are considered there undoubtedly does +seem to have been a possible probability.</p> + +<p>It is well known that the crisis did not come suddenly, for never +had there been so much warning and time given in which to prepare +for an impending catastrophe. For months and months dark +and heavy clouds were hanging over financial circles, threatening +to burst at any moment. Depositors were in a fever of excitement, +they held their deposit receipts in their hands ready to withdraw at +the first alarm, their excitement stood on the balance, ready to burst +forth or to be smoothed down into confidence by a judicious action +of some responsible parties had it been forthcoming, but, alas, the +Commercial Bank of Australia was allowed to suspend payment and +the panic burst forth in every direction and no amount of work +could cool the excited crowds.</p> + +<p>The Commercial Bank, with its numerous branches, had been +doing an extensive business, and was a prominent member of the +Associated Banks, which was formed with the idea of assisting +each other. When the Directors of the Bank saw how matters +stood they approached the association in a half-hearted way and +received a half-hearted answer, and the result was disaster.</p> + +<p>Now, supposing that one of the Governors had been a keen, +shrewd man of business, and a man who could look far ahead of +him, and supposing that he could have forgotten that he was a +mere figure-head, he would have stepped forward and said, "The +Commercial Bank shall not close its doors." With such an affirmation, +had he approached the Government of the Colony and, +through them hastily summoned the leaders of the other Colonies, +there is no doubt but that an arrangement would have been +arrived at, by which the crisis could have at least been suspended<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[xvii]</a></span> +for a sufficient time to either allow the bank to unload some of +its more pressing liabilities or to realise on its assets, and thereby, +sufficient time would have been gained for some arrangements to +be entered into with the British depositors and investors, who no +doubt would only have been too agreeable to assist.</p> + +<p>Worse crises than the Australian have been avoided, to wit, +Baring Brothers, but certainly this is only an individual opinion.</p> + +<p>In conclusion, the Young Australian, trusting that he has not +overstepped the boundary in the expressions of his opinions, and +that no personalities will be taken, heartily wishes the Young +Australians every success. It will be from Colonies such as +Queensland and South Australia that steps will be first expected +to be taken, for Queensland has already shown her cards and that +clever South Australian Premier is going a step farther, and when +South Australia has her Lieutenant-Governor in power she will +show the other Colonies the immense advantages to be derived +therefrom, and they will very soon follow in her footsteps, for +men of his calibre are not to be had so readily in Great +Britain.</p> + + +<div class="center"><br /><br /><br /><br />END OF APPENDIX.</div> + + +<div class="trn"><a name="endtn" id="endtn"></a> +<div class="center"><strong>Transcriber's Note</strong></div> <br /> +<p>Page 009 'badge was <a href="#to">to to</a> held.' changed to 'badge was to be held.'</p> +<p>Page 317 'back to <a href="#the">the the</a> "Grosvenor.' changed to 'back to the "Grosvenor."'</p> +<p>Page 346 'made so <a href="#thatit">thatit</a>' changed to 'made so that it'</p> +<p>Page 349 'Toowoomba up <a href="#Queeensland">Queeensland</a>' changed to "Toowoomba up Queensland'</p> +<p>All instances of 's. s.' standardised to the more frequently occurring 's.s.'</p> +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Australia Revenged, by Boomerang + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AUSTRALIA REVENGED *** + +***** This file should be named 29315-h.htm or 29315-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/9/3/1/29315/ + +Produced by Nick Wall and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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