One cannot wish he should recover, even for his own sake; for there is enough against him to hang him, ten times over.

However, we must do what we can for the poor wretch." So saying, he mixed some brandy with a little water in the cup, and poured it between the bush ranger's lips.
"Is it mortal ?" Mrs.Barker asked, as he rejoined her.
"I think so," he said.

"I fancy he is shot through the lungs.
"You must really sit down, Miss Ellison.

You look as white as a ghost, and we cannot have you on our hands, just now.

We have got them pretty full, as they are.
"Ah! Here comes the cart." The constable had put a quantity of straw in the bottom of the light cart, and Barker and Jim raised Reuben, and laid him in it.
"We must take the other, too," Mr.Barker said.