Don't press the horses, but we must go at a smart pace, for we have a long day's march before us.

It is fully sixty miles to the water hole where we camped, the night before last." A few minutes later, the party were in motion.

Although disappointed at the escape of the leader of the band, they were well satisfied with the result of the expedition, and at the small amount of loss at which it had been accomplished.

There was general regret at the death of Mr.Blount; but two lives were considered to be but a small loss, for the capture of so strong a body of bush rangers; who, knowing that they fought with ropes round their neck, always made a desperate resistance.
Half the journey was accomplished without incident, and Reuben felt satisfied that they would, at least, have no trouble with the tribe they had scattered in the morning.

The speedy start that they had made had taken them beyond their pursuit; and if attacked, it would be by other tribes.
After an hour's halt, to feed the horses and cook some meat for themselves, the party proceeded again.