nsupported; but as he fell, they issued forth, each armed
with muskets and long pistols, and a profusion of knives.

"Fire," whispered Fred, as he hastily loaded his rifle.

I disliked the idea of shedding blood, and hesitated; but before Fred
had driven his rifle ball home there was a discharge opposite to us, and
another bushranger fell bleeding to the ground.

They raised a startling yell for vengeance, and rushed towards the spot
where the smoke was ascending from the discharged musket. Before they
had reached half way across the clearing, Fred and myself poured in our
deadly fire, and two more of the escaped convicts fell mortally wounded.

They were then seized with a panic, and separating, each one seemed
determined to seek safety in flight; but before they gained the shelter
of the woods our revolvers were brought into requisition, and one more
ravisher was made to bite the dust.

"May the God of Israel give us strength to kill them," shouted the
convict, bursting through the thick bushes with his long gun in hand,
and his white hair streaming over his shoulders.

"No mercy to the scoundrels," cried Smith, waving his heavy axe over his
head, and advancing at a run in pursuit.

That cry came near being his last; for one of the bushrangers, seeing
that he had no gun, suddenly turned in his flight, and raising his
musket, presented it full at the broad breast of Smith. The latter did
not falter or dodge, but rushed towards the robber with uplifted axe,
uttering, as he advanced, a wild cry that startled me, it was so loud
and shrill, and sounded like the last yell of a dying man in agony.

I feared to see the villain discharge his musket, for I knew that Smith
was so near that he could not well be missed. I would have shot the
fellow myself, but my rifle was empty; still thinking to save him, I ran
hastily towards the parties; but before I had advanced ten steps I saw
the bushranger's musket flash in the pan, but no report followed. His
gun had missed fire.

Throwing down the weapon with an oath, the ruffian drew a long knife;
but before he had an opportunity to use it the heavy axe descended upon
his unprotected head, and crashing through skull and brains, it clove
him to the chine.

With no groan or word he fell; and when I reached the side of Smith
there was not another bushranger left to battle with. We were masters of
the field, and not one of us had received a wound.

"Let us praise God for this vi