utalized into an enemy of the law and the existing order. He felt
himself capable of taking up his brother's fight. In his heart he was
resolved to seek out Macdougal and kill him. That much must be done. He
never questioned his capability for murder, and it is probable that had
the chance come to him in cold blood his spirit would have failed him.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Yarra returned with pick and
shovel, and Jim had already selected the spot for Ryder's resting-place,
beside a great boulder above the waterfall. There he started to dig the
grave.

'Him brother belonga you?' asked Yarra.

'Yes,' said Jim.

'Good feller,' continued Yarra, and his black eyes gleamed maliciously.
'Boss belonga me kill him. You kill mine Boss?' Perhaps it was the
remembrance of the many kicks and cuts he had received at the hands of
Monkey Mack that inspired the impish eagerness in Yarra's face, perhaps
his affection for the dead man moved him.

Jim Done looked at the boy curiously. 'Boss belonga you sit down by
Boobyalla?' he asked.

Yarra shook his head. 'No fear,' he said. 'Yarra stop 'way pretty quick
when Boss bin there.'

'Suppose Yarra catch up track of Boss belonga him, come back when sun
jump up, tell me.'

'My word! Budgery that! Mine tink it Boss yabber-yabber longa trooper.'

Yarra set off at once, and Done continued his work. He was determined
that the grave should be deep enough to protect the body froth burrowing
animals, and secret enough to save it from human brutes eager for the
price on Solo's head. This task was not complete when Yarra returned, his
eyes ablaze with excitement.

'Hell bin jump up, mine tink it!' he cried. 'Boss belonga me sit down
there all right. You come!'

'You know where Macdougal is?'

'My word! Come longa me.'

Jim took up his revolver and followed the half caste, leaving the body
between the sheets of bark with which he had fashioned a rude coffin.

'Boss close up here,' said Yarra as they scrambled up the side of the
gorge, after following the creek for about a quarter of a mile. The boy
proceeded with out caution, and presently they came upon a saddled horse
lying under a big white gum. The animal' neck was broken; evidently it
had collided with the tree when at a gallop.

'Boss make big smash up here,' said Yarra. He pointed to a huddled,
shapeless heap lying amongst the scrub-ferns at a distance of about
twenty feet.

Done stood over the body of Macdo