I wish now that I had had a chance at some of them before that stupid brute of a horse got shot." "If you don't lie still, you Jim," said Sam, "your leg will never set; and then you must have it taken off, you know.

How is your arm, Doctor ?" "Shooting a little," said the Doctor; "nothing to signify, I believe.
At least, nothing in the midst of such a tragedy as this.

Poor Mary Hawker; the pretty little village-maid we all loved so well.

To come to such an end as this!" "Is it true, then, Doctor, that Hawker, the bushranger, is her husband ?" "Quite true, alas! Every one must know it now.

But I pray you, Sam, to keep the darkest part of it all from her; don't let her know that the boy fell by the hand of his father." "I could almost swear," said Sam, "that one among the gang is his son too.