These fellows know that a strong party is in pursuit of them, and each of them will do everything they can to throw us off the scent.

They are sure not to go straight to their place of meeting, but each will take circuitous routes, and will make for thick bush, where it will be next to impossible for even a native to follow them.

No, they have done us, this time." "Well, gentlemen, I hope you will all wait as long as you can at the station here.

If my boy has not been shot by those scoundrels, he is sure to find his way here; and will be able, in all probability, to set us on the right track.
"At any rate, though the bush rangers have given us the slip, we may congratulate ourselves on our morning's work.

We have at least saved those poor ladies." So saying, Reuben turned and, with the party, rode slowly back to the station.