But Annie had made friends with one of the gang, a noble, good-hearted man who had joined Sam Redfern by mistake, and she had told him to go and get the police as quickly as possible.
"Ha! ha!" cried Redfern, "now I am enjoying myself!" He little knew that his doom was near upon him.
Just then Annie gave a piercing scream, and Sam Redfern got up, seizing his revolver.
"Who are you?" he cried, as a man entered.
"I am Jim Carlton, the celebrated detective," said the new arrival.
Sam Redfern's revolver dropped from his nerveless fingers, but the next moment he had sprung upon the detective with the well-known activity of the mountain sheep, and Annie shrieked, for she had grown to love the rough Bushranger.
(To be continued at the end of the paper if there is room.)
Scholastic.
A new slate is horrid till it is washed in milk. I like the green spots on them to draw
