A Bushranger at Bay
knees, collecting the letters into heaps and shovelling them into the bags. Even the copy of Punch and the loose wrapper went in with the rest.
"You can't carry them," said he, when none remained outside. "I'll take them for you and dump them on the track."
"I have to pass the time till midnight. I can manage them in two journeys."
But Stingaree insisted, and presently stood ready to mount his mare.
"You give me your word, Kentish?"
"My word of honor."
"It is something to have one to give! I shall not come back this way; we shall have the Clear Corner police on our tracks by moonlight, and the more they have to choose from the better. So I must go. You have given me your word; you wouldn't care to give me"
But his hand went out a little as he spoke, and Kentish's met it seven-eights of the way.
"Give this up, man! It's a poor game, when all's said; do give it up!" urged the man of the world with the warmth of a lad. "Come back to England and"
But the hand he had detained was wrenched from his, and, in the pink sunset sifted through
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