"They are bailed up, and must fight; some of us will go home feet foremost to-day." So they rode on through the open forest, till they began to see one or two horsemen through the treestems, reconnoitering.

The ground began to rise towards a lofty cliff that towered before them, and all could see that the end was coming.

Then they caught sight of the whole gang, scattered about among the low shrubs, and a few shots were fired on both sides before the bushrangers turned and retreated towards the wall of rock, now plainly visible through the timber.

Our party continued to advance steadily in open order.
Then under the beetling crags, where the fern-trees began to feather up among the fallen boulders, the bushrangers turned like hunted wolves, and stood at bay..