Is the lad dead ?" "No; but he is very bad.

I'll try to get him home.

Take the horse; he is not so good a one as Widderin, but he'll carry you to the Parson's.
God speed you." They watched him ride away almost south, skirting the ridges of the mountain as long as he could; then they saw him scrambling up a lofty wooded ridge, and there he disappeared.
They raised poor Charles Hawker up, and Sam, mounting Dick's horse, took the wounded man up before him, and started to go slowly home.
After a time, he said, "Do you feel worse, Charles ?" and the other replied, "No; but I am very cold." After that he stayed quite still, with his arm round Sam Buckley's neck, until they reached the Brentwoods' door.
Some came out to the door to meet them, and, among others, Alice.

"Take him from me," said Sam to one of the men.

"Be very gentle: he is asleep." And so they took the dead man's arm from off the living man's shoulder, and carried him in; for Charles Hawker was asleep indeed--in the sleep that knows no waking.
* * * * * That was one of the fiercest and firmest stands that was ever made by bushrangers against the authorities.