The Taking of Stingaree
"That's slow death!"
"It never has been yet, but you must take your chance. Get me that rope that's slung over the gunyah. It's got to be done."
Kilbride obeyed with apparent apathy; but his heart was inflamed with a sudden and infernal glow. Yes, it had never ended in death in any case that he could recall of this time-honored trick of all the bushrangers; on the contrary, sooner or later, most victims had contrived to release themselves. Well, one victim was going to complete his release by hanging himself by the same rope to the same tree! Meanwhile he confronted his captor grimly, the coil in both hands.
"There's a loop at one end," said Stingaree. "Stick your foot through it—either foot you like."
Kilbride obeyed, wondering whether his head would go through when his turn came.
"Now chuck me the other end."
It fell in coils at the bushranger's feet.
"Now stand up against that blue gum," he continued, pointing at the tree with Kilbride's revolver, his own being back at his hip. "And stand still like a sensible chap!"
Stingaree then walked round and round the tree, paying out the long rope, yet keeping it taut, until
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