And now,' says he, 'what sort of a cove is your boss' (meaning Mr.Troubridge)?
'One of the real right sort,' says I.'Then see here,' says he, 'I'll tell you something: the head man of that there gang is at this minute a-sitting yarning with your boss in the parlour.' 'The devil!' says I.'Is so,' says he, 'and no flies.' So I sings out, 'Mr.Troubridge, those sheep will be out;' and out he came running, and I whispers to him, 'Mind the man you're sitting with, and leave me to pay the score.' So he goes back, and presently he sings out, 'Will, have you got any money ?' And I says, 'Yes, thirty shillings.' 'Then,' says he, 'pay for this, and come along.' And thinks I, I'll go in and have a look at this great new captain of bushrangers; so I goes to the parlour door, and now who do you think I saw ?" "I know," she said.

"It was that horrible villain they call Touan." "The same man," he answered.

"Do you know who he is ?" She found somehow breath to say, "How can I?
How is it possible ?" "I will tell you," said Lee.

"There, sitting in front of Mr.
Troubridge, hardly altered in all these long years, sat George Hawker, formerly of Drumston,--your husband!" She gave a low cry, and beat the hard rail with her head till it bled.
Then, turning fiercely round, she said, in a voice hoarse and strangely altered,-- "Have you anything more to tell me, you croaking raven ?" He had something more to tell, but he dared not speak now.

So he said, "Nothing at present, but if laying down my life----" She did not wait to hear him, but, with her hands clasped above her head, she turned and walked swiftly towards the house.