The Gold-Stealers Part 19
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He threw stones, knocking up the dust about the old man's feet, and Gable hopped and skipped with the agility of a kid; but after each attack he returned humbly to the heels of the party like a too faithful dog.
'Better let him come, I s'pose,' said d.i.c.k at last. 'Come on, nuisance!
Gamble jigged up, radiant, and grinning all over his face.
Red Hand selected a suitable clump of saplings about half a mile from the toll-bar, and the gang secreted themselves and made preparation for the first attack. They carried their 'cartridges' loose in small bags hung from their belts, in which were thrust three or four of the bone-barrelled pistols. Black masks were donned, Fork Lightning was stationed on a stump near by to give warning of the approach of a victim, and the others took up suitable positions, while d.i.c.k fitted Gable with a mask so that his appearance might not discredit the gang.
'There,' said d.i.c.k. 'you're a bushranger now, re member.'
'Crickey!' cried the old man, delighted.
'An'; you'll be hanged if you're caught.'
'Oh, crickey!' Gable was more delighted still, and danced up and down, clapping his hands.
Suddenly there was a warning whistle from Fork Lightning, and that black scoundrel crept stealthily in amongst his mates.
'Someone's comin',' he said.
'To horse!' cried Red Hand. 'When I give the word, gallop into the road an' cut off their retreat. Don't fire till I give orders, an', mind, spare the women an' children.'
Sounds of horses' hoofs were heard approaching. The gang, masked, and mounted on bridled and saddled goats, anxiously awaited the word of command.
'Back, men, back for your lives!' cried d.i.c.k. 'It's the p'lice, fifteen thousan' strong, an' they're hot on our track; but Red Hand's gang will never be taken alive.'
The bushrangers cowered back into the shadow as a party of three young men riding tired horses ambled slowly by, singing dolorously and brandis.h.i.+ng bottles. Red Hand was discreet if valiant. However, another warning came not a minute later. This time it was a solitary man in a farmer's cart; his old horse was shuffling wearily through the dust at a jog-trot, and the boys could just discern the tall gaunt figure of the driver.
'Surround him, my lads!' yelled Red Hand. 'Bail up!' he cried riding forward on b.u.t.ts and presenting what pa.s.sed very well for a pistol in the dusk. 'Your money or your life!
The driver s.n.a.t.c.hed a stick out of the cart and, uttering a great yell, began to belabour his poor horse mercilessly.
'Fire!' shrieked the implacable Red Hand; and a few seconds later six crackers exploded about the unhappy farmer, who instantly fell upon his knees and, still pounding at his horse, was whirled away amongst the trees by the startled brute. For some time the bush-rangers could hear him still hammering his old horse, and catch the sound of his voice encouraging the poor animal to more reckless speed, and the cras.h.i.+ng of saplings as the dray pounded its way through the undergrowth. The boys were delighted; this was n.o.ble sport; the l.u.s.t of victory was upon them.
Gable was waving his arms and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. 'Oh, crickey!' and the others capered about on their goats, and felt themselves to be very large and terrible persons indeed.
'Bushrangin's easy ez snuff,' said Peterson.
'Course it is,' said Phil. 'Wisher few p'lice'd come along and let's have a go at 'em.'
'That was splendidly done, men,' said Red Hand with superior coolness.
'Back to your places. Someone's comin'.'
The next corner was a man on a grey horse.
'Bail up!' cried Red Hand from the cover of the saplings. 'Stir a foot an' you're a dead man.'
The rider waited for no more, but threw himself forward on his horse's neck, dug in his spurs, and galloped furiously away in the direction of Cow Flat, hearing the reports of the boys' crackers only when he was far out of range. The next victim was a small boy on a pony, who, as soon as he heard the terrible command, fell plump on to the road and then jumped up and fled in terror after his bolting horse. The gang had now spread consternation and dismay along quite two miles of the highway, and were jubilant in consequence and primed for any adventure however desperate.
d.i.c.k entertained his men with talk of the glory they had earned by their actions that night, and predicted a reputation for them beside which the reputation of every other gang of bushrangers Australia had known would fade into insignificance.
The boys listened soberly, very elated and perfectly happy.
'But we mustn't let the nex' one go so easy,' said the leader.
'Here is someone,' whispered Fork Lightning.
Sure enough, a pedestrian could be dimly discerned approaching from the direction of the toll-gate.
'To yer horses! commanded Red Hand.
'Why, it's a woman,' said Peterson.
'Who cares?'
'Thought bushrangers never did nothin' to the women?'
'Oh,' said d.i.c.k, 'that's on'y when they're young an' pretty. If this one's young an' pretty I'll 'polo gise, an' it'll be all right. There ain't no reason not to bail 'em up when they're big an' strong an' able to take care o' themselves.'
This seemed quite reasonable to the gang, and they saw as the lady approached that her size did not give her any claim upon their gallantry.
She was very tall and stout. In point of fact she was the woman who had driven through Waddy on the day after the goat raid, calling down infamy on the towns.h.i.+p.
'Bail up!' cried Red Hand.
Phil, Ted, and Peterson rode up in front, barring the way. Red Hand and Fork Lightning approached from either side, and all presented pistols.
The woman backed away a few paces, staring at the goat-mounted, masked apparitions that seemed to have started out of the ground under her very nose, but the bushrangers followed her up.
'Be not afraid, madam,' said d.i.c.k in his best literary style; 'I am Red Hand, an' if you obey no injury'll be done you.'
The woman threw up her hands in amazement.
'Well I never,' she muttered. Without the least warning she darted at Ted, seized him, pulled him from the back of his billy, and in spite of his wild struggles promptly bent him over her knee; then, with a hand like that of a navvy, backed by a great muscular arm, began to spank the terrible outlaw.
'You look out! You le' me alone!' gasped Ted, struggling and writhing with all his power; but the flailing went on, bat--bat--bat--with blows that might have disturbed an elephant. Ted's feelings became too strong for words; he started to howl, and the night re-echoed with the cries of the outraged bushranger. The rest of the gang stood mute, staring at this shocking scene, amazed and deeply offended. It was all so incongruous, so utterly opposed to rule and precedent; they could scarcely believe their senses. d.i.c.k was the first to recover.
'Fire!' commanded Red Hand.
Cracker-wicks were ignited and four explosions followed, but when the smoke was gone the gang still beheld the terrible woman beating away at their unhappy comrade, too absorbed in a congenial occupation to care a solitary b.u.t.ton for the fire of the outlaws. This was too much for Jacker. The brothers were always ready to fight each other's battles, let the odds be what they might, and the elder rushed to the rescue. The onslaught did not seem to make the least difference, however; the woman simply dropped Ted and grasped his brother. Jacker Mack was a strong boy and a fierce one, but strength and tricks availed him nothing against those powerful arms; in ten seconds he was in Ted's place, and the ma.s.sive hand was dealing with him, heavily and with startling rapidity.
'Charge!' shrieked Red Hand.
But the gang was demoralized. Peterson and Doon moved back from the danger, and only one member obeyed the order--Peterson's formidable goat, Hector. Goodness knows what inspired the animal; possibly a grateful instinct, probably the sight of means to do an ill deed. Anyhow, he charged. He rushed the woman from a commanding position, with force and judgment, and a second later Jacker, woman, and goat were rolling and struggling in the dust. Red Hand and the faithful Ted dragged Jacker from the hands of the enemy, and the gang fled to a safe distance, and watched the shadowy form of the woman as she gathered herself up and shook the dust out of her dress. Then for two minutes she stood and addressed them through the darkness in strident tones and language that would have shocked an old drover or a railway ganger.
'Bushrangin' ain't up to much,' whimpered Ted, rubbing himself with both hands.
'It's rot!' said Jacker fiercely.
Peterson and Doon muttered words of approval, and d.i.c.k felt that four pairs of reproachful eyes were turned upon him. Gable was still hopping about ecstatically murmuring 'Crickey! Oh, crickey!' as he had been doing all through the encounter.
'How'd I know?' said d.i.c.k in self-defence. 'You fellers oughter had better sense'n to let her get hold o' you.'
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