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“Stay,” cried Craig. “Do not fire. That is Jacoby, the black
stockman, and one of poor Mr Findlayson’s chief men. Ha,
Jacoby, advance my lad, and tell us all you know.”
The men hauled the gates of a paddock off its hinges, and
piled wood upon that, so that the wandering dingoes, with
their friends the rooks, should be baulked in their attempts
to gorge upon the dead.
Meanwhile the sun went down behind the dark and distant
wooded hills, that in their strange shapes almost resembled
the horizon seen at sea when the waves are high and
stormy. Between the place where Archie and his brother
stood and the light, all was rugged plain and forest land,
but soon the whole assumed a shade of almost blackness,
and the nearest trees stood up weird and spectre-like
against the sky’s strange hue. Towards the horizon to-night
there was a deep saffron or orange fading above into a kind
of pure grey or opal hue, with over it all a light blush of red,
and hurrying away to the south, impelled by some air-
current not felt below, was a mighty host of little cloudlets
of every colour, from darkest purple to golden-red and
crimson.
“Come out here a little way with me,” said Rupert, taking
Archie by the hand.
When they rose from their knees they once more looked
skywards at the stars, for they were brightly shining now;
then hand-in-hand, as they had come, the brothers
returned to the camp.
No log fire was lit to-night. The men just lay down to sleep
rolled in their blankets, with their arms close by their saddle
pillows, two being told off to walk sentry in case of a sudden
surprise.
It took them first straight for the forest that had been
burned recently—a thoughtless deed on the part of the
whites, that probably led to all this sad trouble.
There was evidence here that the blacks had gone into
camp on the very night of the massacre, and had held a
corroboree, which could only have been a day or two ago.
There were the remains of the camp fires and the trampled
ground and broken branches, with no attempt at
concealment. There was a chance that even now they might
not be far away, and that the little band might come up with
them ere they had started for the day. But if they ventured
to hope so, they were doomed to disappointment.
Morning broke at last lazily over the woods, and with but a
brief interval they followed up the trail, and so on and on all
that day, till far into the afternoon, when for a brief moment
only Jacoby found himself puzzled, having fallen in with
another trail leading south and west from the main track.
He soon, however, discovered that the new trail must be
that of some band who had joined the Findlayson farm
raiders.
Diana was saved! This was better than revenge; for not a
hair of her bonnie wee head had been injured, so to speak,
and she still wore the one little red-morocco shoe.
There was not a man there who did not catch that child up
in his arms and kiss her, some giving vent to their feelings
in wild words of thankfulness to God in heaven, while the
tears came dripping over their hardy, sun-browned cheeks.
Chapter Thirty.
It was hard upon the one poor fellow who had to act as
sentry. Do what he might he could scarcely keep awake,
and he was far too tired to continue walking about. He went
and leant his body against a tree, and in this position, what
with the heat of the day, and the drowsy hum of insects,
with the monotonous song of the grasshopper, again and
again he felt himself merging into the land of dreams. Then
he would start and shake himself, and take a turn or two in
the sunshine, then go back to the tree and nod as before.
The day wore on, the sun got higher and higher, and about
noon, just when the sentry was thinking or rather dreaming
of waking the sleepers, there was a wild shout from a
neighbouring thicket, a spear flew past him and stuck in the
tree. Next moment there was a terrible melée—a hand-to-
hand fight with savages that lasted for long minutes, but
finally resulted in victory for the squatters.
The rest followed up the blacks for some little way, and
more than one of them bit the dust. Then they returned to
help their fellows.
Craig’s was a spear wound through the side, none the less
dangerous in that hardly a drop of blood was lost externally.
All that day they dragged themselves along, and it was far
into the early hours of morning ere they reached the
boundaries of Burley New Farm.
The moon was shining, though not very brightly, light fleecy
clouds were driving rapidly across the sky, so they could see
the lights in both the old house and in the lower windows of
Archie’s own dwelling. They fired guns and coo-ee-ed, and
presently Bob and Winslow rushed out to bid them
welcome.
Bob could not speak for the life of him. He just staggered in
with the child in his arms and handed her over to Sarah;
but I leave the reader to imagine the state of Sarah’s
feelings now.
There had been silence for some time, and the girl was
quietly reading.
“How can you speak thus?” said Elsie, letting her book drop
in her lap, and looking into his face with those clear, blue
eyes of hers.
“If you only knew all my sad, sinful story, you would not
wonder that I speak thus.”
Yes, it was a long story. The sun had gone down ere he had
finished, a crescent moon had appeared in the southern
sky, and stars had come out. There was sweetness and
beauty everywhere. There was calm in Craig’s soul now. For
he had told Elsie something besides. He had told her that he
had loved her from the first moment he had seen her, and
he had asked her in simple language to become his wife—to
be his guardian angel.
That same evening, when Archie came out into the garden,
he found Elsie still sitting by Craig’s couch, but her hand
was clasped in his.
Then Archie knew all, and a great, big sigh of relief escaped
him, for until this very moment he had been of opinion that
Craig loved Etheldene.
With him came Mrs Broadbent, and even Uncle Ramsay, and
the day of their arrival at Brisbane was surely a red-letter
day in the annals of that thriving and prosperous place.
Uncle Ramsay said he himself did not know much about it.
He knew more about ships, and was quite content to settle
down at Brisbane, and keep a morsel of a 20-tonner. That
was his ambition.
What a delight it was for Archie to have them all round his
breakfast-table in the green parlour at Burley New Form, or
seated out in the verandah all so homelike and happy.
His dear old mummy too, with her innocent womanly ways,
delighted with all she saw, yet half afraid of almost
everything—half afraid the monster gum trees would fall
upon her when out in the forest; half afraid to put her feet
firmly to the ground when walking, but gathering up her
skirts gingerly, and thinking every withered branch was a
snake; half afraid the howling dingoes would come down in
force at night, as wild wolves do on Russian wastes, and kill
and eat everybody; half afraid of the most ordinary good-
natured-looking black fellow; half afraid of even the pet
kangaroo when he hopped round and held up his chin to
have his old-fashioned neck stroked; half afraid—but happy,
so happy nevertheless, because she had all she loved
around her.
“I’m more contented now by far and away,” he told his wife,
“than I was in the busy, boastful days before the fire at
Burley Old Farm; so, you see, it doesn’t take much in this
world to make a man happy.”
The rich blood mounted to her cheeks and brow. She cast
one half-shy, half-joyful look at Archie, and simply
murmured, “Yes.”
When Archie told Rupert how things had turned out, he only
smiled in his quiet manner.
We know how Bob spent his honeymoon. How were the new
young folks to spend theirs? Oh, it was all arranged
beforehand! And on the very morning of the double
marriage they embarked—Harry and Bob going with them
for a holiday—on board Captain Vesey’s pretty yacht, and
sailed away for England. Etheldene’s dream of romance was
about to become a reality; she was not only to visit the land
of chivalry, but with Archie her husband and hero by her
side.
The yacht hung off and on the shore all day, as if reluctant
to leave the land; but towards evening a breeze sprang up
from the west, the sails filled, and away she went, dancing
and curtseying over the water like a thing of life.
“I’m not quite sure about the sky,” he replied, shaking his
head and smiling, “but we’ll have a hearty English
welcome.”