If anything happens to me don't stop for a moment, but hunt that fellow down to the end." Reuben had been holding his horse somewhat in hand, during the last mile, for he thought there must be some reason for the constable's strange conduct; but he now let him go and, urging him to his full speed, soon left the constable behind.

He knew that, for some distance ahead, the country was flat and unbroken; and that the fugitive would have no chance of concealment, whichever way he turned.
Upon reaching the spot where he had seen the bush ranger pass, the wide plain opened before him; and he gave a shout of exultation, as he saw that he had gained considerably.

The fugitive, indeed, had evidently not been pressing his horse.
"He thinks he has a long journey before him," Reuben muttered.

"I fancy he's mistaken.

He thinks he's only got a constable after him, and that he can easily rid himself of him, whenever he comes up to him.