In the Roaring Fifties Part 25
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'I am bound to.'
They parted with a handshake, but fingers unclasped reluctantly and with a clinging appeal.
Done and Burton, on returning to Jim Crow, found that Harry Peetree, quietly prospecting in the vicinity of the rush, had opened up a new gully. The 'find' was kept dark pending Mike's return, and when the Peetrees had secured their ground, the mates were given the pick of the lead. The discovery leaked out as soon as the friends started operations, and a little rush from the original field followed. Jim was now a mile and a half from Mrs. Kyley's shanty, and derived some satisfaction from that fact. His feelings towards Aurora had undergone another change.
Lucy's image loomed to the almost total eclipse of that of her rival, and yet he could not spend ten minutes in the company of the girl at the shanty without being won by her buoyant spirits and the kindliness of her soul. He had some dread of growing to hate Aurora now that Lucy had reestablished herself--a dread founded more on some familiarity with popular fiction than on a knowledge of his own heart.
Christmas came, and there was a rough attempt to celebrate it on Jim Crow, an attempt by which Mrs. Ben Kyley profited largely, as she and Aurora were kept working at high pressure for two days, making Christmas puddings, for which the diggers cheerfully paid half a guinea apiece.
Rich plum-pudding, hearty eating, and heavy drinking, the proper concomitants to an English Christmas as the miners understood it, were not compatible with merriment during an Australian Christmas-tune, with the gla.s.s at one hundred degrees in the shade; but trifling considerations of that kind were not allowed to interfere with the uproarious festivities at Jim Crow. January pa.s.sed quietly. The dirt at One Tree Gully proved highly remunerative, and the mates worked hard.
Done had discovered an object beyond the rapturous enjoyment of the moment, and showed himself more anxious to win gold. He was living a comparatively quiet life, and the locket containing Lucy Woodrow's picture was restored to its rightful place next his heart. There was a time when the thought of such an act of flagrant and foolish sentimentality would have made him groan aloud.
One night in the following March, returning to their tent from the shanty, where he had left Burton deep in a game of euchre, Jim was startled to see a stream of light flash momentarily across the canvas wall. His first thought was of thieves, and, drawing his revolver, he stole noiselessly to the entrance and peeped in. He saw the figure of a man seated at the head of Mike's bed. On the small table between the two bunks at the end of the tent was a lighted candle, which the man was screening with his hat. Before the intruder the small tin-box in which Done's few heirlooms and papers were stored lay open, and the man was absorbed in its contents.
'If you stir a hand I'll fire!' said Jim, presenting his revolver.
Instinctively the other smothered the light, but after that he sat quite still.
'I can see you distinctly,' said Jim, 'and I'm a fair shot!'
There was silence for a moment, the thief making no attempt to escape.
'I am going to light the candle,' said a voice.
'Light it, then; but no tricks! I'll shoot to kill!'
XV
A MATCH was struck, and in its glow Done recognised his visitor. It was Ryder. The latter lit the candle, and then turned towards Jim. He was quite composed, apparently. Not so Done; the revelation amazed him. The hand containing the revolver sank to his side. He stood for some moments awaiting an explanation. None was offered.
'Is Mr. Walter Ryder a tent thief?' he asked bitterly.
Ryder shook his head. 'No,' he said.
'It looks strangely like it.'
'It does.'
'And I purpose raising the camp, and submitting the matter to the men.'
'You won't do that.'
'Why not?'
'Because I can satisfy you that I have a very excellent excuse for being here and for prying into your affairs.'
'I'll wait two minutes for that.'
'It won't take one, Jim. I am your brother, Richard Done!'
The revolver dropped from Jim's hand. He did not speak; every particle of him thrilled with intense emotion. For half a minute he stood rooted, speechless, and then he strode forward and seated himself on the bunk, staring closely into Ryder's face by the dim light of the candle.
'You will want proof?' said Ryder.
Jim shook his head. Ryder's declaration, abrupt and dramatic as it was, had struck him with absolute conviction. He was amazed, but he did not doubt. He understood now the origin of the deep impression this man had made upon him.
'That is proof enough,' he said, laying a trembling hand upon the miniature of his mother upon the table.
'Almost,' answered Ryder, 'but not enough. We are both very like poor mother.'
'We are very like each other.' Jim's faculties were stunned for the time; there was a dreamlike unreality in their positions.
Ryder nodded. 'We are.'
'It must have been that and your resemblance to my mother impressed me. I was impressed without consciousness of the reason.'
'Miss Woodrow noticed the resemblance, and when I heard your name and your age I thought it very likely that you were my brother. When I saw you that night in the shanty I was almost convinced. These satisfied me.'
He indicated the scattered articles upon the table.
Jim made no demonstration; he sat with his eyes fixed upon the miniature, still dazed by the blow. There was something in his had--something he wished to know, but his ideas were all out of control. The thought centred with a shock.
'Good G.o.d, no!' he cried, clutching Ryder with a nerveless hand. 'They hanged my brother!'
Ryder's face was perfectly bloodless; it looked cold. He shook his head slowly.
'I was condemned to be hanged. They altered it to transportation for life.'
'But they all believed--'
'Mother must have known. It would have made little difference. The horror of it was a little greater than the horror of hanging. It probably gave her no comfort.'
'She died of it all.' Jim spoke without volition. 'Yes,' responded Ryder dully. 'She was the kind of woman who would. I was transported, and for all those years I lived in h.e.l.l.'
'For murder!' said Jim sharply.
Ryder shook his head again. His voice was quite even. 'I did no murder.
There was no murder done.'
'The body--what of the body?'
'There was none. The man for whose murder I was condemned still lives.
Stony is the man!'
'Stony!' Jim peered into the other's face again. 'Stony!' he cried. 'It's not possible. You are lying. It's utterly incredible. Stony! Then this explains?' He did not doubt even while the words of unbelief were on his lips.
'This explains. My coming upon you that night in the Black Forest was not so extraordinary as it seemed. I was following you both. I had been to Melbourne on Stony's track, having caught a glimpse of him one night at Ballarat. I ascertained that he had started for Forest Creek. Meanwhile Mrs. Macdougal and Miss Woodrow had told me of you. It was reasonable to a.s.sume that you also had started for the field everybody was talking of.
At our first meeting I did not see you: I was too deeply interested in Mr. Stony.'
'Stony was not the name.'
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