But you never know.

Far away in the Bush a different scene was being enacted.
'Must be Injuns,' said a tall man to himself as he pushed his way through the brushwood.

It was Jim Carlton, the celebrated detective.

'I know them,' he added; 'they are Apaches.' just then ten Indians in full war-paint appeared.

Carlton raised his rifle and fired, and slinging their scalps on his arm he hastened towards the humble log hut where resided his affianced bride, Annie Ridgway, sometimes known as the Flower of the Bush.
-- ---------- CHAPTER III The moon was low on the horizon, and Sam Redfern was seated at a drinking bout with some of his boon companions.
They had rifled the cellars of the hut, and the rich wines flowed like water in the golden goblets of Mr Ridgway.
But Annie had made friends with one of the gang, a noble, good-hearted man who had joined Sam Redfern by mistake, and she had told him to go and get the police as quickly as possible.
'Ha! ha!' cried Redfern, 'now I am enjoying myself!' He little knew that his doom was near upon him.
Just then Annie gave a piercing scream, and Sam Redfern got up, seizing his revolver.