id, when told
that the body in the house would come to life if left unburied," cried
the ghost, beginning to strip off his sheepskins with nervous haste.
"I'm to have the liquor and 'bacca, mind."

I joined Mr. Brown in assuring him that we would freely keep our word;
and after Day had drained the last drop of liquor that we had with us,
he boldly started on his dangerous undertaking, and we watched his form
as he walked over the peninsula, and reached the main land, with more
than ordinary interest.

Suddenly he stopped, before reaching the woods, and applying his hands
to his mouth, he uttered a word that is well known to stockmen of
Australia.

"Co-hee," he shouted, and it seemed as though the sound could be heard
for miles, so sharp and shrill was it.

In an instant the various cries which the bushrangers had uttered were
hushed, and the robbers seemed surprised at the sudden call, which they
knew did not belong to their party.

Once more the shepherd placed his hands to his mouth, and gave the
shrill cry of--"Co-hee."

I never heard a yell that sounded so distinct, and which seemed to
travel such a distance. I venture to say, that if a person had been upon
the summit of Mount Tarrengower, he could have recognized the call, and
had he answered, we should have heard it.

Day, apparently satisfied with what he had done, rested upon his honors,
and waited for the finale of his adventures, and he was not long kept in
suspense, for the bushrangers, after a brief reconnoitre from behind
trees and bushes, suddenly debouched into the open plain, and advanced
towards the seemingly unconscious shepherd at a rapid rate, and foremost
in the group, I recognized the dark features of Sam Tyrell, the leader.

"Who are you, that answers our calls like a man lost on the plains?"
demanded Sam, throwing his gun into the hollow of his arm, as though he
meant mischief if provoked.

"That's a pretty question for you coveys to ask, after eating my mutton
as long as you have," replied Day. "I'm a shepherd, and belong to this
station, and am now looking after my pet ram that got away from the
flock some time during the night, and I'm afeard he's missed. You coveys
ain't seen him, have you?"

The leader shook his head in a negative manner, and seemed to entertain
no suspicion in regard to Day's doings the night before.

"I want to find the ram, 'cos he's a valuable one, and cost the owner of
the stock considerable money, but I'l