came away with a wonderful good general
idea of how the escort travelled, and of a good many things more about
it that nobody guessed at. As for Moran, we could see him fix his eyes
upon the sergeant who was driving, and look at him as if he could look
right through him. He never took his eyes off him the whole time, but
glared at him like a maniac; if some of his people hadn't given him a
shove as they passed he would soon have attracted people's attention.
But the crowd was too busy looking at the well-conditioned prancing
horses and the neatly got up troopers of the escort drag to waste their
thoughts upon a common bushman, however he might stare. When he turned
away to leave he ground out a red-hot curse betwixt his teeth. It made
us think that Warrigal's coming about with him on this line counted for
no good.

They slipped through the crowd again, and, though they were pretty
close, they never saw us. Warrigal would have known us however we might
have been altered, but somehow he never turned his head our way. He
was like a child, so taken up with all the things he saw that his
great-grandfather might have jumped up from the Fish River Caves, or
wherever he takes his rest, and Warrigal would never have wondered at
him.

'That's a queer start!' says Jim, as we walked on our homeward path.
'I wonder what those two crawling, dingo-looking beggars were here for?
Never no good. I say, did you see that fellow Moran look at the sergeant
as if he'd eat him? What eyes he has, for all the world like a black
snake! Do you think he's got any particular down on him?'

'Not more than on all police. I suppose he'd rub them out, every
mother's son, if he could. He and Warrigal can't stick up the escort by
themselves.'

We managed to get a letter from home from time to time now we'd settled,
as it were, at the Turon. Of course they had to be sent in the name of
Henderson, but we called for them at the post-office, and got them all
right. It was a treat to read Aileen's letters now. They were so jolly
and hopeful-like besides what they used to be. Now that we'd been so
long, it seemed years, at the diggings, and were working hard, doing
well, and getting quite settled, as she said, she believed that all
would go right, and that we should be able really to carry out our plans
of getting clear away to some country where we could live safe and quiet
lives. Women are mostly like that. They first of all believe all that
they're afra