'You go and tell captain dat, tomorrow morning before de day begins, dey attack the station of Donald's.' "'Are you quite sure ?' says I.
"'Quite sure,' says the black.

'Me heard dem say so.' "So as I hates the bush rangers like poison, I saddles up and rides into the station; and when I had told the boss, he said I better ride and find you, if I could.

You would be at one of the stations this way.

I stopped at three of them, and at the last they told me you was here." "Thank you greatly, my good fellow.

Donald's! I don't know the name.