I advise you to turn back, before all my mates are down on you." "Your mates will never be down on anyone again, Tom Thorne," Reuben said sternly.

"We have wiped out seven of them, and the other is a prisoner." "It's a lie!" the bush ranger said, furiously.

"They are two hundred miles away, in the bush." "With your friend Bobitu, eh?
Yes, they were, but they are not now, Thorne.

They are lying under the ashes of that hut of yours, close to the tree where you buried your treasure; and it's I who am going to have help, not you.

My man will be up in a few minutes," and he glanced round at the constable, whom the bush ranger now perceived, for the first time, less than half a mile away.
Reuben's words had the effect they were intended to excite.