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 CONTENTS 
 
 OF 
 
 THE FIRST VOLUME 
 
 OHAP'JEK I-AOK 
 
 I. ELSIE ........ 1 
 
 II. THE LEGEND OF BAROLIN . . . . 28 
 
 III. LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME . . 45 
 
 IV. Elsie's lover . . . . . . . 71 
 
 V. A GAUNTLET TO FATE ..... 99 
 
 VI. THE COMING OF THE PRINCE . . . . 115 
 
 . VII. 'I FOLLOW MY STAR ' ..... 149 
 
 fc VIII. THE MEMBER FOR LUYA 177 
 
 ^ IX. A BUSH HOUSE PARTY 197 
 
 ■^ X. JENSENS GHOST 219 
 
 ,^ XI. ON THE RACECOURSE 287 
 
 ^i XII. Beelzebub's colours 259 
 
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 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 CHAPTER I 
 
 ELSIE 
 
 Anyoxe who has travelled through Australia 
 will identify the Leichardt's Land of these 
 pages, though in the map it is called differ- 
 ently, with that colony in which the explorer 
 Leichardt met his tragic fate, and to a part of 
 which he gave his name ; and the same person, 
 if he will examine the map, should have no 
 difficulty in discovering the Luya district, 
 which lies on the southern border of the 
 colony in a bend of the great Dividing Range. 
 The Luya, in its narrowest part, is fenced 
 
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 on almost three sides with mountains. Here 
 the country is wild and mostly scrubby, inter- 
 sected by spurs from the range, and broken 
 by deep ravines and volcanic-looking gorges. 
 There is scarcely any grazing land, and till 
 Goondi Diggings were started, the Upper 
 Luya was spoken of as the most picturesque 
 district in Leichardt's Land, but as offering 
 the least attractions to a settler of any kind. 
 Even the Goondi ' rush ' some few years back, 
 though it had for a time let loose a horde of 
 prospectors, did not do much towards popu- 
 lating this particular nook below the Dividing 
 Eange. Goondi became a flourishing town- 
 ship and its output of gold continued steadily, 
 but though other goldfields sprang up on the 
 further side of the district, contrary to expec- 
 tations no gold was discovered on the Luya 
 waters, and prospectors had now given up the 
 useless search. Moreover, Goondi was on the
 
 ELSIE 3 
 
 very edge of the district, across the high- 
 road to the next colony, and beyond lay open 
 country and fine stations for cattle and sheep. 
 Goondi called itself the township for the Luya 
 district, but as a matter of fact the Luya had 
 no especial head -centre. It is a secluded 
 corner hemmed in by mountains, and though 
 at no great distance from the capital of the 
 colony and within easy reach of civilisation, 
 it is cut off by its geographical position from 
 the main current of life and action. 
 
 The river which waters the district has its 
 rise in Mount Luya, the highest point of the 
 range, then reputed inaccessible to white 
 men. There are strange fastnesses at the foot 
 of Mount Luya — places where, report still 
 declares, foot of European has never trod. 
 The Blacks have a superstitious reverence, 
 amounting to terror, for this region, and in 
 the aboriginal mythology, if there be indeed 
 
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 4 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 any such, Mount Luya with its grey desolate 
 crags and mysterious fissures, and, on either 
 side, twin-peaked Burrum and Mount Goondi 
 with its ribbed rampart of rock and black 
 impenetrable scrub, might well represent the 
 lair of Demons or the abode of Gods. 
 
 A few stray selectors had settled themselves 
 at the head of the Luya on the small flats and 
 wattle ridges that ofiered a certain scant sub- 
 sistence for stock. But these selections had, 
 for the most part, a suspicious reputation, as 
 affording a convenient base of operations for 
 cattle-stealing and such nefarious practices. 
 Certainly, one or two of these petty landowners 
 might be credited with strictly honourable 
 intentions, as, for instance, that unprofitable 
 scion of aristocracy, Lord Horace Gage, who, 
 more romantic than practical, had been 
 seduced by the beauty of the scenery and by 
 a keen artistic instinct, as well as by the fasci-
 
 ELSIE 5 
 
 nating prospect of hunting big game in the 
 shape of wild horses, and of starting an in- 
 dustry in hides and horsehair ; or a guileless 
 new chum, such as Morres Blake, of Bar61in 
 Gorge, with a certain ironic humour described 
 himself, taken in by an old hand who was 
 eager to dispose to advantage of a property 
 no seasoned bushman would buy. It may be 
 added that Mr. Blake had accepted his bargain 
 with resignation. He turned the Gorge into 
 a nursery for thoroughbred horses, and seldom 
 visited the Luya, leaving the management of 
 affairs there to his working partner, Dominic 
 Trant. Except, however, for these selectors' 
 homesteads, a great part of the Upper Luya 
 belonged to the Hallett Brothers, and made 
 portion of their station Tunimbah — a trouble- 
 some bit of country in mustering time, when 
 the broken gorges and undergrowth formed 
 an almost impregnable refuge for ' scrubbers.'
 
 6 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Tunimbah was one of the principal stations 
 on the Luya, and extended beyond this 
 mountainous region to the open country, 
 where was good grazing land, and where the 
 river was no longer a shallow, uncertain 
 stream brawHng over miniature precipices, 
 trickling through quicksands, or dropping 
 into a chain of still, deadly-looking pools — 
 except in flood-time, when it had a way of 
 coming down from its source with amazing 
 volume and rapidity. As the mountains 
 widened out the Luya widened and deepened, 
 and flowed quite sedately through wooded 
 pastures and the paddocks of well-kept head 
 stations. Lower down it washed peaceful 
 German plantations and the settlements of 
 cedar-cutters, who floated their logs on its 
 surface to the township, below which it 
 finally emptied itself into the ocean. 
 
 Of the squatters on the Upper Luya, the
 
 ELSIE 7 
 
 Hallett Brothers were perhaps the most impor- 
 tant, and with the prospect of greater wealth 
 in the future than any others of the settlers 
 in the district. They were young and enter- 
 prising, and besides Tunimbah, owned stations 
 out west, which they worked in conjunction 
 with their southern property. Tunimbah 
 was always quoted as the most comfortable 
 and best managed of the Luya stations. 
 Young Mrs. Jem Hallett, the eldest brother's 
 wife, was considered a model housekeeper, 
 and the most dressy woman in the district. 
 She went to Leichardt's Town for the Govern- 
 ment House balls, and was a lady not slow to 
 assert her pretensions, social and otherwise. 
 Frank Hallett, the unmarried brother, was 
 popular in the neighbourhood as a capital 
 fellow and a clear-headed man of business. 
 He was particularly popular with ladies, being 
 a good match and a sociable person who got
 
 8 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 up races and picnic parties in slack times, and 
 liked to amuse himself and other people, and 
 lie was vaguely known in the colony as a man 
 of promise. He had been mentioned in the 
 newspapers and publicly congratulated by the 
 (jrovernor on having taken high honours at 
 the Sydney University, and was considered a 
 person likely to distinguish himself in pohtics. 
 He had gone through one election, and had 
 been beaten with credit. Since then he had 
 been biding his time and hoping that the 
 Luya constituency might fall vacant. Yester- 
 day there had seemed little prospect of this 
 being the case. Now, in a few moments after 
 the first shock of a tragic disclosure, he saw 
 himself member for Luya, and at no very 
 distant date leader of the Opposition in the 
 Leichardt's Land Assembly. 
 
 The disclosure was made by a girl. 
 
 The girl was standing on a point of rock
 
 ELSIE 9 
 
 above the steep bank, at what was called 
 Lord Horace's Crossing. Lord Horace's 
 homestead, Luya Dell, lay behind her. The 
 girl was Lord Horace's wife's sister. The 
 crossing was one of Lord Horace's fads. 
 
 He had wasted a great deal of money and 
 labour in making it more beautiful than 
 Nature had already done, and that was quite 
 unnecessary, for Nature had not been nig- 
 gardly in her provisions. 
 
 It was a creek flowing down one of the 
 many gorges of Mount Luya. The creeklet 
 ran between high banks, mostly of grey lichen- 
 covered rock — banks which curved in and 
 out, making caves and hollows where ferns, 
 and parasites, and rock hlies, and aromatic- 
 smeUing shrubs grew in profusion — banks that 
 sometimes shelved upward, and sometimes 
 hung sheer, and sometimes broke into bastion- 
 like projections or into boulders lying pell-
 
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 mell, and it seemed only kept from crashing 
 down by the binding withes of a creeper, 
 or the twisted trunk of a chestnut tree or 
 crooked gum. Then there were mysterious 
 pools with an iridescent film upon their 
 surface, and dank beds of arums, and fallen 
 logs and rugged causeways, and the triumph 
 of Lord Horace's engineering skill — a bridge of 
 unhewn stone that might have been laid in 
 prehistoric ages by some Australian Titan. 
 
 The girl stood framed between two great 
 cedars and outlined against a bit of blue sky. 
 Just here there was a gap in the mountains, 
 and a long narrow flat, on the discovery of 
 which Lord Horace prided himself, curved 
 round a projecting bluff and constituted the 
 freehold of Luya Dell. It was Lord Horace 
 who had christened the place. The girl 
 might have postured as a model for some 
 semi-allegoric Australian statue of Liberty.
 
 ELSIE II 
 
 The cairn of rocks, patched with Hchen and 
 the red blossoms of the Kennedia creeper, 
 and tufted with fern, made her a suitable 
 pedestal. She was tall, slender, and lithe of 
 limb, with something of the virginal grace and 
 ease of a Diana, and her chnging holland 
 gown was not an altogether un-goddess-like 
 drapery. She had a red merino scarf twisted 
 round her shoulders and waist, and wore a 
 sort of toque of dark crimson upon her trim 
 little head with its tendril fringe in front and 
 knot of brown curling hair behind. Her face 
 was oval in shape, though the features were 
 not exactly classic. At this moment she 
 looked alert and expectant ; her dark eyes 
 were dilated and alight, and her red hps were 
 slightly parted in an eager smile. There was 
 a flush on her soft, almost infantine cheek, 
 which was of the warm pale tint of a fruit 
 ripened in the shade. She had one arm
 
 12 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 lifted, and beckoned excitedly to Frank 
 Hallett, whose pulses tingled at the sight of 
 her. 
 
 ' Stop,' she cried. ' I want to talk to you.' 
 As if there were any power on earth 
 except that she herself wielded which just 
 then would have kept him from stopping and 
 talking to her ! He raised his hat, and put 
 spurs to his horse. He did not trust himself 
 to Lord Horace's bridge, which was in truth 
 intended more for ornament than for use, but 
 splashed through the shallow stream and 
 scrambled up the steep hill. She watched 
 him leaning forward, raised in the saddle, 
 one hand lightly clutching his horse's mane, 
 his eager face upturned to her. It was an 
 attractive face, bronzed, wholesome, well- 
 featured, with clear eyes frank and straight- 
 looking, a pleasant smile, dark brown whiskers 
 and moustache, and a square-cut, shaven chin.
 
 ELSIE 13 
 
 He looked a typical bush man, with a little 
 more polish than one associates with the 
 typical bushman — had the bushman's seat, 
 and the bushman's sinewy, sapling-like 
 figure. 
 
 But the girl did not admire the typical 
 bushman. She would have preferred the 
 product of a more complex civilisation. In 
 this she resembled what indeed she was, the 
 typical Australian girl. She had not a very 
 varied experience of the human product of a 
 complex civihsation. Her reading convinced 
 her that she must not generalise by the 
 specimens that drifted to Australia, and of 
 which her own brother-in-law was an example. 
 When she was in a discontented mood she 
 always brought herself into a state of resig- 
 nation by reflecting that nothing would have 
 induced her to marry Lord Horace Gage. 
 
 ' Of course I might have married him if I
 
 14 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 had chosen to cut Ina out,' Elsie Yalliant had 
 always said to herself, with the complacent 
 vanity of a spoiled beauty. ' But one must 
 remember that there's honour among thieves, 
 and besides, he is too great a bore for any- 
 one to put up with but Ina, who is a placid 
 angel.' 
 
 To be sure, if Lord Horace had been the 
 heir to the marquisate, instead of the youngest 
 of many scantily portioned younger sons, 
 Elsie might have altered her mind, for she 
 had the reputation of being a very worldly 
 and a very heartless young lady. At any 
 rate, this was what her rejected admirers 
 declared. 
 
 'He really is good-looking,' she thought 
 now, as she watched Frank Hallett. And she 
 added : ' It is such a pity that he is — only 
 Frank Hallett.' 
 
 ' Tell me, have you met Braile ? ' she
 
 ELSIE 15 
 
 questioned anxiously, as he pulled up his 
 panting horse and flung himself from the 
 saddle. 
 
 ' Braile — the postman ? No ; I've been out 
 on the run. I left Tunimbah early.' 
 
 'That's a pity,' said the girl. 'He is 
 brimful of news — dying to communicate it to 
 someone. Mrs. Jem will have a benefit when 
 he gets to Tunimbah.' 
 
 ' Well, I have no doubt Edith will reward 
 him with an extra glass of grog, and that the 
 mail will be late at Corinda in consequence,' 
 said Hallett. ' What has happened ? ' 
 
 ' Braile is never late,' said the girl, not 
 answering the question. ' He is wound up to 
 carry the mails, and nothing short of a creek 
 risen past his saddle flaps will stop him. I 
 have a respect for Braile. The way in which 
 he grasped the dramatic points of the situation 
 was most admirable.'
 
 l6 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' What is the situation ? You shouldn't 
 tantalise me. I believe it's only some joke. 
 Nothing really exciting now — is there ? ' 
 
 Elsie nodded gravely. ' Enough to excite 
 Braile and Horace, and even Ina — and me. 
 Enough to raise the district and to make you 
 wish you were a bushranger, or the head of 
 police, that you might be in the play-bill too.' 
 
 ' Then it's Moonlight out again. Have 
 they caught him ? ' 
 
 'It's Moonlight, and if they had caught 
 him should I say that you would like to be 
 in his place ? ' 
 
 ' I suppose not. Not,' and the young 
 man reddened and stammered and looked at 
 her in a curious way — ' not if you cared two 
 straws about me.' 
 
 He seemed to wait for her reply, but she 
 only stared at the ground, gazing from her 
 lofty position over his head.
 
 ELSIE n 
 
 ' I wish you'd tell me why in any case T 
 should wish to be Captain Moonlight.' 
 
 ' Because he is a hero,' said the girl. 
 
 ' Do you think so ? Must one wear a 
 mask and rob one's neighbours to be a hero ? ' 
 
 The girl made an impatient gesture. ' You 
 don't understand. You've no romance ; 
 you've no ideas beyond the eternal cattle. You 
 are quite satisfied to be a bushman — you are 
 more humdrum even than Ina.' 
 
 He did not answer for a moment : ' I am 
 very anxious to know what the news was 
 that old Braile brought. Look here, let me 
 help you down from those rocks. You seem 
 such miles above me. You look as if you had 
 put yourself up for a landmark.' 
 
 ' So I did. I thought my red shawl would 
 attract attention. I was trying how far 1 
 could see down the Gorge — wondering if 
 anyone were in hiding there, and from how far 
 
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 they could see me. I was thinking how easy- 
 it would be to hide up in Mount Luya, and 
 wondering — She stopped, and then, taking 
 his proffered hand, stepped from the pointed 
 stone on which she had been balancing 
 herself to a lower one, and so till she was 
 on the level beside him. He finished her 
 sentence — 
 
 'Wondering if there was any chance of 
 Moonlight coming along. How should you 
 like to be carried off by him ? ' 
 
 ' On his black horse Abates ? ' 
 
 'How do you know that his black horse 
 is called Abates ? ' 
 
 ' Ah, that's part of Braile's story. Moon- 
 light hardly ever speaks, you know. It is 
 the Shadow who conveys his orders and 
 intentions. But that night Moonlight was 
 heard to say one word as he rode towards the 
 coach, and that was " Abatos." '
 
 ELSIE 19 
 
 ' Why his horse's name ? Why not a new 
 " swear " ? ' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' she said with a shght accent of 
 contempt. 'Ask Horace to lend you his 
 Lempriere.' 
 
 Hallett flushed. ' I am not as ignorant as 
 you think. I had forgotten for the moment. 
 And so you would like to be carried off by 
 the bushrangers ? ' 
 
 ' I think I should like it immensely. I 
 should enjoy the opportunity of talking to 
 Moonlight and his masked henchmen. I 
 shouldn't be at all afraid of their not treating 
 me in a gentlemanly and considerate manner. 
 Only, you see, I shouldn't be worth carrying 
 off. Unless Mammie realised on the piano 
 and the sewing-machine — we've not a stick 
 else worth twopence — there would be nothing 
 to ransom me with. And anyhow the piano 
 
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 20 UTLA W AND LA W MAKER 
 
 and the sewing-machine would hardly run to 
 a ransom.' 
 
 ' Your brother-in-law ? ' suggested Hal- 
 lett. 
 
 ' Poor Horace has telegraphed to his 
 brother-in-law. The Bank will come down 
 on the Dell unless Lord Waveryng sends him 
 a thousand pounds at once. Leichardt's Town, 
 and the wedding trip, and the imported bull 
 have cleared him out. Ko, I should be left 
 to my fate.' 
 
 ' That seems a melancholy state of things,' 
 said Hallett, with an embarrassed laugh ; ' but 
 in the event of such a calamity as your 
 abduction by Moonhght, Miss YaUiant, I think 
 there are some of us fellows who wouldn't 
 think twice of selling the last hoof off their 
 runs to buy you back.' 
 
 The girl laughed too, and blushed. 
 ^ Perhaps, after all, I shouldn't want to be
 
 ELSIE 11 
 
 bought back. Now I am going to tell 
 you ' 
 
 She seated herself on the lowest boul- 
 der of the cairn, and he, holding his horse's 
 bridle, leaned against the cedar tree and lis- 
 tened. 
 
 She began, ' Goondi coach was stuck up on 
 Thursday night.' 
 
 ' Ah ! So that's it. The brutes ! ' 
 
 ' Do you mean the bushrangers ? No, they 
 didn't behave Hke brutes. Two men against 
 a coachful. Think ! Peter Duncan, the mil- 
 lionaire, was on the coach, and Moonlight 
 made him sign a cheque for 2,000/., to be 
 cashed at Goondi Bank.' 
 
 ' By Jove ! ' exclaimed Hallett. • That was 
 cheek. Well, I'm glad it was Peter Duncan. 
 The old miser. He deserves it.' 
 
 ' Moonlight only robs people who deserve 
 to lose their money, and the Government, and
 
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 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 the banks, who don't miss it,' went on Elsie 
 impertiirbably. ' He protects the widow and 
 the orphan. There was a widow on the coach 
 too. She was an old German woman, and she 
 was hurrying down to Leichardt's Town to 
 ^ay good-bye to her only son. He was to sail 
 in the " Shooting Star," and her only chance of 
 seeing him was by catching the Goondi coach 
 the next morning. She had her savings with 
 her to give him. She offered them all to 
 Moonlight if he would get her into Goondi.' 
 ' And he took them ? ' 
 ' No,' cried the girl triumphantly, ' He 
 gave them all back to her. Well, Mr. Slaney 
 was in the coach also, and he was in a bad 
 way too. He had got bitten by something, 
 and was blood-poisoned, and he was going to 
 the doctor.' 
 
 ' Slaney the member ? ' 
 
 ' YeSj the member for Luya. Oh, I have
 
 ELSIE 23 
 
 been thinking of something. I'll tell you 
 presently. I'm a wretch, but I can't help it. 
 Who could be sorry for Mr. Slaney ? ' 
 
 * You don't mean ' 
 
 ' Wait, wait. I must first prove to you 
 that Moonlight is a hero. He and his Shadow 
 — you know that's what they call the other 
 man — sacked the mail, got Mr. Duncan's cheque, 
 and then tied up the driver and the passengers 
 each to a separate tree, some way off the road. 
 You see, Moonlight's only chance of cashing 
 his cheque was by being at the Goondi Bank 
 directly it opened, before the coach was missed, 
 or the telegraph wires could be set working.' 
 
 ' I see. It struck me at first that it would 
 have been safer to have had the cheque drawn 
 on the Leichardt's Town Bank ; but of course 
 the other was his wisest plan. MoonUght is a 
 shrewd fellow. Well, Miss VaUiant, what is 
 the rest of Braile's story ? '
 
 24 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' Ah, now comes the point. Think of the 
 daring ! Moonhght meant to leave the coach 
 and the passengers tied up till someone found 
 them in the morning. The old German woman 
 went on her knees to him and cried about 
 her son. Mr. Slaney offered a cheque for 
 500/. if only he would get the coach to Goondi 
 Mr. Slaney guessed that he was dying.' 
 
 'Dying!' 
 
 ' Wait. Moonlight refused the cheque, 
 but said that he would take Mr. Slaney's word. 
 Moonlight and his Shadow had an argument. 
 The Shadow told him he was a fool. It ended 
 in Moonlight having his way. He gave his 
 liorse to the Shadow, mounted the box, and 
 drove the coach to within a mile of Goondi, 
 with Mr. Slaney and the German woman, 
 leaving all the others tied up to their re- 
 spective gum-trees.' 
 
 'And then?'
 
 ELSIE 25 
 
 'Then day was breaking. Moonlight 
 turned the coach off the road, fastened the 
 horses, and remounted his own. Mr. 
 Slaney was groaning with pain. The coach 
 to Leichardt's Town, which the German 
 woman wanted to catch, was to start at eight. 
 The Bank opens at nine. You see what a 
 risk it was. Moonlight explained the situation, 
 and told them he would trust to their honour. 
 He showed the German woman a cross-cut by 
 which she could meet the down coach outside 
 Goondi. Mr. Slaney gave his word that he 
 would not give information to the police, and 
 walked on to Goondi straight to the doctor's 
 house. Moonlight waited ' 
 
 Elsie paused dramatically. 
 
 ' How do you know all these details .^ ' 
 asked Hallett, struck by the vivid way in which 
 the girl told her story. 
 
 ' Mr. Slaney told the doctor afterwards.
 
 26 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Braile had got the particulars at Goondi. 
 And it is easy enough to fill in from one's 
 imagination. I have been thinking of nothing 
 else all day. I have been picturing Moon- 
 liorht nervinsf himself to walk into the Bank, 
 not knowing whether a pohceman would be 
 there to take him. It seems to me a brave 
 thing to have staked one's hberty on the 
 honour of a poor old German woman and Mr. 
 Slaney.' 
 
 ' They were true to him ? ' 
 
 ' Yes. At nine o'clock, when the Bank 
 opened, a very respectably got-up and quiet- 
 looking bushman went in and presented Mr. 
 Duncan's cheque, which he said had been paid 
 him for a mob of store cattle. The Bank 
 cashed it without question. Two hours 
 afterwards it was all over the place that the 
 Goondi coach had been stuck up, and Mr. 
 Duncan bled of 2,000/. But Moonhght and
 
 ELSIE 27 
 
 his Shadow and the respectably dressed 
 
 bushman had disappeared.' 
 
 ' And Mr. Slaney ? ' asked Frank Hallett 
 ' Mr. Slaney,' repeated Elsie solemnly. ' Ah, 
 
 this is what concerns you. The member for 
 
 Luya died early this morning.'
 
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 CHAPTER n 
 
 THE LEGEJST) OF BAR5LIN 
 
 ' Ah ! ' Frank Hallett drew a loner breath 
 and stood in silent thought for a minute or 
 more, Elsie watching him all the time saying 
 nothing. The interest, half indignant, half 
 admiring, and with a dash of the humorous in 
 it, which Elsie's account of the sticking-up of 
 the Goondi coach and the robbery of the 
 miser-millionaire had excited, faded suddenly, 
 and gave way to a more personal and absorb- 
 ing excitement. MoonHght's depredations 
 were certainly a mystery and a shame to the 
 district, and to a Government which was 
 supposed to protect the property of peaceable 
 colonists. But the Luya squatters had got
 
 THE LEGEND OF BAROLIN 29 
 
 into a way of looking upon Moonlight's 
 misdeeds as not calling for very serious 
 vengeance. He did not bail up their stations 
 or steal their valuable cattle and liorses, or 
 frighten helpless women or respected inhabi- 
 tants. There was, indeed, a certain odd 
 chivalry and dare-devilry of the Claude Duval 
 kind in this masked miscreant with the soft 
 voice and courteous manners, who flashed out 
 on moonlight nights to stick up a gold escort 
 and then disappeared into the bowels of the 
 earth, as it seemed, or into the thickets of 
 Barohn Scrub. It was Moonlight's pictu- 
 resqueness which appealed to the romantic 
 element in more prosaic natures than that of 
 Elsie Yalliant. If truth were told, Frank 
 Hallett was not inclined to judge too harshly 
 a bandit who, granted that he robbed, robbed 
 ' on the square.' No, it was not of Moonlight 
 that he was thinking, but of the fact suddenly
 
 30 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 borne in upon him that Mr. Slaney's removal 
 threw open the constituency of the Luya, and 
 assured him of the opportunity for which he 
 had been waiting in order to begin his chosen 
 career. In a flash he grasped the personal 
 significance of Elsie Valliant's words. The 
 member for Luya was dead. He himself 
 might now be the member for Luya. 
 
 At the same moment a pang of remorse 
 shot through him, remorse that he could so 
 allow himself to speculate on the beneficial 
 results to himself of a fellow-creature's death. 
 But it was not in human nature that he could 
 feel more than a passing pang. Mr. Slaney, 
 though the chosen of the electorate, and the 
 possessor of certaingood quahties, as the Moon- 
 light episode showed, was almost as unpopular 
 in the district at large as the miser Duncan, 
 whom everybody hated. Slaney had got into 
 the Legislative Assembly on a reactionary wave,
 
 THE LEGEND OF BAROLIN 31 
 
 and through the vote of the Irish population 
 on the Diggings. To Frank Hallett he had 
 been privately and publicly obnoxious, and 
 they had had more than one encounter, not 
 wholly of a political nature. Slaney had kept 
 a bush inn, and had made his money, people 
 said, by doctoring the grog. He was a queer, 
 cross-grained person, given to hard drinking, 
 and with his blood in the condition in which 
 a bite from a horsefly might prove a fatal 
 poison. Everyone knew that he would not 
 be returned a second time, and everyone said 
 that Frank Hallett's election, should the seat 
 become vacant, was a certainty. In a quick 
 prophetic glance the young man saw himself 
 in the position which he coveted — the leader 
 of a party — a future premier of Leichardt's 
 Land, a public personage whom the most 
 ambitious girl in Australia might be content 
 to own as her lover.
 
 32 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Then, with a thrill of triumph, he realised 
 that Elsie too must have grasped this point in 
 the situation, and he saw that she had worked 
 her narrative up to it with a distinct appre- 
 ciation of its dramatic importance. She had 
 waited for him at the Crossing that she might 
 be the first to tell him the news. From this 
 he must infer that she was interested in him 
 — Frank Hallett — and not in the feats of 
 Moonlight, and, as she phrased it, the ' raising 
 of the district.' She was interested in the 
 way in which he would take the information 
 — in the bearing of the incident on his future 
 fortunes, with which, perhaps, she already 
 identified herself. She had divined his secret 
 ambition. Might it not well be that she had 
 divined another ambition dearer and more 
 secret still ? 
 
 His breath came and went fast in the 
 acritation of his fancied discovery and eager-
 
 THE LEGEND OF BAROLIN 33 
 
 rushing hope. He had been looking away 
 beyond the Crossing. Now he turned to her, 
 and became aware that she was watchinor him. 
 In an instant there was the shock of a recoil. 
 The sweet indifference of her gaze, the mere 
 friendly curiosity, the slight touch of feminine 
 coquetry in her smile, checked all his ardour 
 and made him draw back and pull himself 
 together as though he had been hurt. He 
 said, very quietly, 
 
 * It is you who have grasped the dramatic 
 points of the situation, Miss Valliant. I think 
 you must have been giving Braile lessons.' 
 
 She looked away from him and back again 
 quickly. 
 
 ' It interested me,' she said. ' I am inter- 
 ested in Moonlight. I should like very much 
 to see him. But,' she added with a litthj 
 laugh, ' even if he carried me off, as you 
 suggested, I shouldn't get a sight of his face. 
 
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 34 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 They say no one has ever seen him without 
 his mask.' 
 
 * Perhaps he doesn't wear it in his hiding- 
 place,' said Frank. ' I am sorry for Slaney,' 
 he went on in the same dulled tone. ' And I 
 am glad he kept his promise to Moonlight. I 
 shall always think better of him for that. 
 Yes — I am sorry — though ' He paused. 
 
 ' Well ? ' she said, ' though ? ' 
 
 ' Though, of course, his death gives me a 
 chance of standing for the Luya. Not that it 
 matters so much. I should have got in for 
 the northern district.' 
 
 'But this will be much nicer,' said she 
 demurely. ' You won't have to go away on 
 electioneering tours, and being our own 
 especial member, we shall have a right to 
 order you about and to be interested in your 
 general career.' 
 
 ' Shall you really be interested in my
 
 THE LEGEND OF BAROLIN 35 
 
 career ? ' lie asked, bending a little towards her. 
 She looked at him, letting her big brown eyes 
 rest full on his for a moment or two. 
 
 ' Why, yes, naturally, and as far as we are 
 concerned, I assure you your duties as member 
 of Parhament will be no sinecure. When Ina, 
 and Horace, and I want anything from the 
 Government — such as a mail twice a week, or 
 a railway to the Luya, or any little trifle of 
 that sort — we shall expect you to make a luss 
 about it in the House. And then if the 
 Governor does not give balls enough you will 
 be responsible for not voting a sufficient enter- 
 taining allowance. And, of course, when you 
 become a Cabinet Minister we shall want you to 
 look after us at the public functions — find us 
 seats in the special saloon Government carriage 
 when there's a show or a railway opening. 
 And we shall want to be asked to all the 
 Government picnics down the bay. Oh, and 
 
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 36 OUTLA W AND LA WMAKER 
 
 I must insist on a seat on the dais — and no 
 one looking askance at me as though I had no 
 right to be there — at the Mayor's ball. And 
 1 always did want to be a Minister's wife, 
 so that the usher of the Black Eod might 
 take me to my place at the Opening of 
 Parliament.' 
 
 ' One might suggest, perhaps, that an 
 opportunity may present itself of securing 
 these advantages,' said Hallett grimly. 
 
 ' How ? ' 
 
 'Why ' Hallett reddened and stam- 
 mered, abashed by her clear gaze. ' It would 
 not be so difficult to marry a Minister, would 
 it?' 
 
 'Wouldn't it? But there doesn't happen 
 at present to be an unmarried member of the 
 Executive. Still, as you suggest, one may 
 live in hope. There will be new politicians 
 coming on, and I may have a chance yet.
 
 THE LEGEND OF BAROLIN 37 
 
 I will wait for a change of Ministry. Then 
 your party will be in — and you may be in too.' 
 
 Her laugh, which was innocent and frank 
 as that of a child, robbed her speech of its 
 audacious coquetry. Elsie said things which 
 no other girl could have said without incurring 
 the charge of being unmaidenly. No one 
 would ever have called Elsie unmaidenly, 
 though they might have called her, and with 
 a good show of reason, an unprincipled flirt, 
 and in spite of her freedom of manner no man 
 would have ventured upon an impertinence 
 towards this young lady, who knew very well 
 upon occasion how to maintain her dignity. 
 
 ' You are laughing at me,' exclaimed 
 Frank Hallett in a hurt tone. ' You don't 
 think it is in me to become a leader. Well, 
 we shall see. Yes, Miss Valliant, that's my 
 ambition and my intention. I mean to be a 
 political leader, and I think that if a man has
 
 38 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 pluck and perseverance and a certain amount 
 of brains, as well as a certain amount of 
 money to make him independent of place, he 
 is bound to get to the front and to make a 
 position that he wouldn't be ashamed to offer 
 to a woman he cared for.' The young man's 
 voice shook. ' I think that before very long 
 I shall be on the Ministerial bench, or at any 
 rate in the front rank of the Opposition, and 
 when that day comes I shall ask you for your 
 congratulations.' 
 
 ' And no one will give them with a more 
 sincere heart than I,' said Elsie gravely. 
 ' And you didn't understand me, Mr. Hallett. 
 I never meant to laugh at you, or to doubt 
 you. Oh, I know well enough that you are 
 considered a coming man. Mamma, and Ina, 
 and Horace, and heaps of other people have 
 told me that of you.' 
 
 She stopped and blushed. She knew,
 
 THE LEGEND OF BAROLIN 39 
 
 though Frank did not, why she in particular 
 had had all Frank's advantageous prospects 
 impressed upon her. Oh, of course, he would 
 be a very good match for a penniless 
 Leichardt's Town belle, and her mother knew 
 it, and Lord Horace, and Ina, and all the rest 
 of their world knew it too. 
 
 ' Thank you for saying that, Elsie ! If 
 
 you only knew ' the young man began 
 
 passionately. He came a step nearer her, 
 but Elsie moved and put out her hand in a 
 half laughing, half rebuking manner. 
 
 ' But I don't know, and perhaps I don t 
 want to know — there, never mind. ... I 
 want you to tell me something ' 
 
 ' Tell you— what .? ' 
 
 ' Oh, it's nothing — only ' 
 
 ' Tell me,' she went on with the slightest 
 confidential movement. ' I'm so interested in 
 Moonlight. Do you think it is true — what
 
 40 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 they say — that he has some secret hiding-place 
 under Mount Luya ? ' 
 
 ' How can I know, and why should I 
 care ? ' exclaimed Hallett exasperated. 
 
 'I should have thought you would care, 
 that you might have some idea if there really 
 is such a hiding-place, for you are always 
 about on the run, and they say no one knows 
 the Upper Luya as well as you do.' 
 
 ' There might be any sort of cave or 
 hiding-place up in the gorges by Barolin 
 Scrub. Cattle don't go there — except the 
 regular scrubbers that it is no use trying to 
 get at. They used to hunt there for gold. 
 One of these prospecting chaps would have 
 been more likely to come across it, or the 
 Blacks ' 
 
 'Oh, but there's a Black's legend,' said 
 Elsie eagerly. 
 
 ' If you are going to make a legend out
 
 THE LEGEND OF BAROLIN 41 
 
 of a Black's tale about the Bunyip or Debil- 
 
 debil ! ' he said contemptuously. 
 
 ' It is a legend, and quite a respectable 
 one. Yoolaman Tommy — King Tommy, you 
 know — told me. He says that close to Barolin 
 Waterfall at the back there is another smaller 
 waterfall, and beside it a huge black rock 
 which is shaped like a man's head, with long 
 gre}" moss growing upon it, so that it looks 
 as if it were a very old black man with grey 
 hair and a beard. Have you ever seen it? ' 
 
 ' No, Barolin Waterfall is a cul-de-sac. 
 The water is supposed to come from the lake 
 on the top of the mountain, and the precipice 
 cuts the mountain. They say the lake is the 
 crater of an extinct volcano.' 
 
 ' Let us make a picnic there sometime, and 
 try to find old Barolin — the Old Man of the 
 Mountain. Do.' 
 
 ' You couldn't do it. I have never got to
 
 42 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 the waterfall myself, and I'm a pretty good 
 rider, and Pioneer as safe a horse in rough 
 country as you'd find on the Luya.' 
 
 Frank Halle tt patted the big powerful bay, 
 who turned from rubbing his cheek against 
 the cedar- tree as if he knew that he was 
 being talked about. 
 
 ' We might ride as far as we could, and 
 walk the rest of the way,' said Elsie. 
 
 ' Walk ^Ye miles over the Luya rocks and 
 througli Barolin Scrub ! There wouldn't be 
 much left of you, Miss Yalliant.' 
 
 ' I am determined that somehow or other 
 I will see Barolin,' said Elsie, with the wilful- 
 ness of a spoilt child. ' Perhaps you don't 
 know why the scrub and the waterfall are 
 called Barolin ? ' 
 
 ' Did King Tommy tell you ? ' 
 
 ' King Tommy told me that the white- 
 haired old man was once a great chief who
 
 THE LEGEND OF BAROLIN 43 
 
 lived in Mount Luya, and was a mighty man 
 of war, against whom none of the other chiefs 
 could stand. He got so powerful that he of- 
 fended the great spirit Yoolatanah, and Yoola- 
 tanah turned him into a rock and shut him up 
 behind the waterfall, which was called after 
 liim, Barolin. The Blacks say that he sleeps, 
 and only wakes when someone goes near the 
 fall. Then he seizes them, and they are never 
 seen or heard of again. So the Blacks will not 
 go near Barolin or enter the scrub even at 
 bunya time.' 
 
 ' I thought it was the Bunyip,' said Hallett 
 laut(hin2. ' I know none of the Blacks will go 
 near Barohn. They always say " Debil-debil 
 sit down there," and as there are any amount 
 of bunyas in the scrub and none to speak of 
 anywhere else, this superstition must be a 
 pretty powerful one.' 
 
 At that moment an Alpine call sounded
 
 44 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 from the other side of the creek. Elsie got 
 up. ' That's Horace. Now we shall hear 
 something more about Moonlight.' 
 
 ' Why are you so interested in Moonlight ? ' 
 asked Hallett jealously. 
 
 ' I have told you. Because he is a hero. 
 Horace— Horace ; have they caught Moon- 
 light ? '
 
 45 
 
 CHAPTER III 
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 
 
 Lord Horace was scrambling up the bank, 
 leaning well over his saddle bow and clinging 
 to his horse's mane. His seat was a little un- 
 certain, and it was evident that he was only 
 a spurious sort of bushman, in spite of his 
 rather elaborate bush get-up of Crimean shirt, 
 spotless moleskins, and expensive cabbage-tree 
 hat. He had a stockwhip, too, coiled over his 
 left arm, though he had made no pretence of 
 going after cattle, and had indeed only a few 
 stray beasts to go after. He was a tall, slight, 
 dark young man, with a profile somewhat after 
 the Apollo Belvedere type, fine eyes, and a 
 weak mouth. He was distinctly aristocratic-
 
 46 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 looking, clipped his g's after the English 
 aristocratic fashion, and had certain little ways 
 of his class, in spite of his efforts to be rough. 
 He had an attractive manner, and apart from 
 his wish to ape bushmen's habits, seemed 
 quite without affectation. He looked, cer- 
 tainly, however, more suited for a London 
 life than for that of an Australian settler, and 
 it was equally certain from his physiognomy 
 that he would never take the world by storm 
 with his talents. 
 
 ' Moonlight ! ' he cried out in answer to 
 Elsie's question. * Been huntin' for him all 
 up the Luya. No chance whatever of their 
 findin' him. I say, Hallett, how do you do, 
 old chap ? Let's make a party — get some 
 good black trackers, don't you know? and 
 go out on the trail, eh ? — man-catching. It 
 would be rare sport.' 
 
 If you and Mr. Hallett were to do such a
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 47 
 
 thing I'd never speak to you again/ said Elsie 
 indignantly. 
 
 'Look here, she has been ravin' about the 
 fellow. I must say I think it was rather a 
 fine thing refusing Slaney's cheque, and trust- 
 ing to his honour. Slaney's honour ! Poor 
 chap, he's dead, so mustn't abuse him. You 
 should have heard the fellows at the " Bean- 
 tree " discussing your chances, Hallett. I 
 suppose you are going to stand for the 
 district ? ' 
 
 ' I suppose so,' Hallett answered. ' But,' 
 he added, ' it is too soon to talk about that, 
 with poor Slaney not yet in his grave.' 
 
 • Oh, nobody cares about Slaney. The 
 king is dead, long live the king — that's my 
 motto, and Slaney was a confounded Eadical, 
 hand and glove with the working-man. I'm 
 a working-man myself, but I ain't a Eadical.' 
 Lord Horace talked excitedly and rather
 
 48 OUTLA W AND LA WMAKER 
 
 thickly. Elsie looked at him, and drew her 
 delicate eyebrows together in a frown. 
 
 ' I think we had better walk on to the 
 Humpey,' she said ; ' Ina will be wondering 
 what has become of us all.' 
 
 ' Yes, come along, and have a refresher, 
 and talk over things,' said Lord Horace. 
 ' It's a beastly ride from the " Bean-tree." I 
 went over to see if some of those selectors 
 wouldn't get their meat from me — might as 
 well turn an honest penny, you know ; and I 
 wanted to hear the news about Moonlight. 
 Macpherson and his men are mad at his 
 having given them the slip, and are scouring 
 the country till they find his hiding-place. 
 They're mad, too, against poor Slaney, for not 
 letting them nab Moonlight at the Bank. By 
 Jove, that was a neat trick, and I like old 
 Slaney, though he was a beast. I like him 
 for havin' stood on the square to Moonlight.
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 49 
 
 But come along, and let us talk it over. It's 
 canvassin' I'm thinking of. I canvassed once 
 for my brother-in-law Waveryng — before he 
 was Waveryng, you know — got him in, too, 
 with singing comic songs — I'm first-rate at 
 'em. By Jove, Waveryng isn't half as grateful 
 as he might be, or he'd do something for me 
 now.' 
 
 Lord Horace spurred his horse and 
 cantered on, executing a series of Alpine calls, 
 to which there came a response from the 
 house in the shape of a faint ' Coo — ee.' 
 
 Frank Hallett did not mount, but walked 
 beside Elsie, who was silent and looked 
 worried. 
 
 ' I forgot,' said Frank abruptly, ' I've got 
 a note for you from Mrs. Jem. She wants 
 you to come over next week, and Lady 
 Horace, of course. I believe there's to be a 
 dance or something at Tunimbah.' 
 
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 50 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 * I'm going home next week,' said Elsie. 
 
 ' But you can wait for that. Nobody 
 wants you in Leichardt's Town.' 
 
 '- Heaps of people want me, and heaps of 
 things. Mamma wants me ; my winter gowns 
 want me, and the fruit wants me. It has to 
 be made into jam, and my dresses have to be 
 made ; there's nobody to do them but me. 
 You see Ina used to be the practical person 
 among us — the Prime Minister, the dress- 
 maker, and the cook all in one. And now 
 Ina is gone.' 
 
 « Oh, but haven't you ? ' Frank began, 
 
 and stopped awkwardly. 
 
 ' Haven't we a cook ? you were going to 
 say. No, we haven't. Mammie and I do the 
 cooking for each other, and a nice mess we 
 make of it, and the Kanaka boy who does the 
 garden cleans the pots and pans. Now you 
 know all about it. Have you any idea, Mr.
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 51 
 
 Hallett, what mammie and I have to live 
 upon ? ' 
 
 ' No — that is, I didn't imagine, of course, 
 that you were millionaires.' 
 
 ' We've got exactly one hundred and 
 twenty-five pounds a year, not counting the 
 garden produce — a hundred and twenty-five 
 pounds a year to pay our rent, and to feed and 
 clothe our two selves, and buy all the 
 necessaries of civilisation. I suppose I pass 
 as a civilised young person out in Australia, 
 though I am quite sure I shouldn't if you put 
 me down in London society. Oh, dear, I 
 wonder if I shall ever have a taste of London 
 society ? ' 
 
 * How you always harp on England,' said 
 young Hallett. 
 
 ' Well, isn't it supposed to be the Paradise 
 of Australian girls, as they used to say Paris 
 was to Americans ? I'm certain that one of 
 
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 52 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 the reasons Ina married Horace was because 
 she thought he might take her to England. 
 I can't imagine any other.' 
 
 Frank laughed. ' Oh, he's a very good 
 fellow, though he is a lord, as they say about 
 here. But why do you say that your sister 
 married him because she wanted to go to 
 England ? She is not ambitious, she doesn't 
 care about that sort of thing. She is 
 not ' 
 
 ' Not like me,' Elsie interrupted. * If I 
 were only half as good as Ina ! ' 
 
 ' She married him, I suppose, because she 
 loved him,' Hallett went on uneasily. 
 
 ' Do you think he is the kind of person a 
 crirl would fall in love with ? ' said Elsie. 
 
 ' Why not ? He is very handsome, and 
 he has nice manners.' 
 
 ' And he is horribly selfish, and he is 
 shallow — as shallow as the creek at the
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 53 
 
 Crossing. Mr. Hallett, do you know I am 
 worried about Ina. I don't think, somehow, 
 she is very happy. But she is much too proud 
 and much too good to own it.' 
 
 Hallett looked uncomfortable. His memory 
 went back to a certain day not many months 
 back — a day when he had confided to Ina 
 ValHant the love he felt for her sister Elsie, 
 and of which he never could think without a 
 painful twinge, a horrible suspicion that she 
 had once cared for him herself. It was true 
 he had no reason for the suspicion — nothing 
 but a stifled exclamation, a quiver of the voice, 
 a sudden paling. The suspicion had been 
 joyfully lulled to sleep, when a month or so 
 afterwards she had accepted Lord Horace, 
 and when she had told him again, and this 
 time firmly and unfalteringly, that she would 
 do everything in her power to further his 
 suit with Elsie. And she had done everything
 
 54 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 she could. She had asked him over re- 
 peatedly, had been sweet, frank, and sister- 
 like, and had seemed absolutely satisfied. 
 And yet when Elsie said that Ina was not 
 happy, he knew that she was only echoing 
 his own miserable thought. 
 
 ' Tell me,' he said, ' why do you fancy 
 that ? Isn't he good to her ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, yes. He is always making love to 
 her, if you call that being good. It is really 
 quite embarrassing sometimes, and if I were 
 Ina I wouldn't have it. And then he flies 
 out because the dinner isn't quite right, or 
 because some little stupidity is wrong, and 
 sulks like a spoiled child. It's because Ina 
 doesn't sulk too — because she puts up with 
 his petiishness so angelically, and takes 
 such pains that everything shall be right next 
 time — that I am sure she isn't happy. It's 
 unnatural.'
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 55 
 
 * Surely it's very natural if she cares for 
 him.' 
 
 ' Poor Ina,' said Elsie softly. ' Well, she 
 is happy enough, apparently, when she is 
 fidgeting after the chickens and furbishing up 
 her doll's house.' 
 
 ' It does look a little like a bush doll's 
 house,' said Frank. 
 
 They were close to the Humpey now. It 
 was a queer little slab place, roofed with bark, 
 standing against a background of white gum- 
 trees, which, with their tall, ghost-like trunks 
 and sad grey foliage, gave a suggestion of 
 dreariness and desolation to the otherwise 
 cosy homestead. Lord Horace had made the 
 best of the Humpey. It had been a stock- 
 man's hut, two slab rooms and a lean-to ; and 
 now another hut had been joined to it, which 
 was Lord Horace's kitchen, and there were 
 sundry other lean-to's and straggling shanties
 
 56 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 whicli served for guest-rooms and meat- stores. 
 • The verandah of the Humpey had an earthen 
 floor, and the posts were of barked saphngs. 
 But there were creepers growing around the 
 posts and festooning the bark roof, and there 
 were stands of ferns against the slab walls, 
 and squatters' chairs with crimson cushions 
 which made splashes of colour. Lord Horace's 
 chair had a glass of some spirituous concoc- 
 tion on its arm-table, which his attentive wife 
 had just brought to him, and he was filling 
 his pipe, while Ina, who was only a few 
 degrees less lovely than Elsie, leaned against 
 the post, and waited submissively to be told 
 the day's news. Lord Horace took a great 
 deal of credit to himself for having left the 
 Humpey in its original state of roughness. 
 ' Some fellows, you know, would have gone 
 to no end of expense in cartin' cedar, and 
 shinglin', and paintin', and spoilin' a really
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 57 
 
 good Australian effect,' he was wont to say. 
 ' That's the worst of you Austrahans, you've got 
 no sense of dramatic fitness. And that's what 
 I say to Ina and Elsie, when they want me to 
 fill up the chinks between the slabs, and put 
 in plate-glass windows. A bush hut is a bush 
 hut, and there's something barbarous in the 
 idea of turning it into a villa. Wait till I've 
 finished my stone house. Then you shall see 
 something really comfortable and harmonious 
 too. In the meantime, if we can't be comfort- 
 able, let us at least be artistic' 
 
 Those were Lord Horace's sentiments. 
 
 The new house had come to a standstill 
 for want of funds after the foundations had 
 been laid, and it was not likely to get beyond 
 tlie foundations, unless Lord Waveryng sent 
 out further supplies ; but Lord Horace talked 
 of it with as proud a certainty as if an army 
 of master builders were already at work.
 
 58 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Lady Horace came slowly down the log 
 steps, and held out her hand to Hallett. 
 
 'How do you do,' she said, in her 
 gentle little Australian drawl. ' I'm very 
 glad you have come. Elsie was saying yester- 
 day that we were so dull.' 
 
 ' That's because we're on our honeymoon 
 yet,' put in Lord Horace. 'Elsie says it's 
 quite disgusting the way we spoon.' 
 
 Frank Hallett noticed that Lady Horace 
 flushed a brilliant red, and interpreted the blush 
 as a favourable sign. Oh yes, she was happy. 
 She must be happy. If she had not been happy 
 she could not have answered so composedly. 
 
 ' We were planning to take Elsie over to 
 Tunimbah to see Mrs. Jem Hallett, before she 
 goes down to Leichardt's Town. But we're a 
 little frightened of Mrs. Jem, because she is so 
 dreadfully grand, and she might be vexed if 
 we went without a formal invitation.'
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 59 
 
 ' Here is the formal invitation, anyhow/ 
 said Hallett, and he produced his sister- 
 in-law's note, and gave it to Lady Horace, 
 who duly handed it to her husband, and it 
 was there and then settled that they would 
 
 go. 
 
 Frank Hallett had brouglit something else 
 for Ina — some of the famous Tunimbah figs, 
 which were now going off, and he had brought 
 a book for Elsie, and while these offerings 
 were being unpacked and commented on, 
 he studied Lady Horace's face. Ina was not 
 so pretty as her sister. She was not so tall, 
 her colouring was less brilliant, she was much 
 quieter. It was a wonder, people thought, that 
 Lord Horace, who was a fastidious person, had 
 fallen in love with her instead of with the 
 all-conquering Elsie. But Elsie had snubbed 
 him, and Ina was besides very pretty and 
 very much more docile than her sister. She
 
 6o OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 had a sweet little serious face, with a peculiarly 
 dehcate complexion, and a tender resolute 
 mouth. The fault of her face lay in the light 
 eyelashes and eyebrows, which gave her a 
 certain insipidity. She had a very gentle 
 manner, and she did not talk much, not nearly 
 as much as Elsie. 
 
 She had been only four months married. 
 Hallett asked her how she liked the Dell, and 
 she told him in her child-like way all about 
 her chickens, and her pigs, and the new 
 garden, and the pump Lord Horace was 
 makincr, and other domestic details. And she 
 asked him various questions about the work- 
 ing of Tunimbah and Mrs. Jem Hallett's man- 
 agement, which showed that she had thrown 
 herself entirely into her bush life. 
 
 He said something to this effect. 
 
 ' Yes,' she answered. ' I want to make the 
 Dell as much a model of a place in its small
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 6i 
 
 way as Tunimbah is iu its big way. And 
 then, you know, Horace isn't like a regular 
 bushman, he must have his Uttle English 
 comforts ' 
 
 ' Which he insists on combining with his 
 Australian dramatic effects,' put in Hallett, 
 ' and that must make management a little 
 difficult for you, Lady Horace.' 
 
 Ina laughed. ' Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 
 ' Now I want to show you the last improve- 
 ment,' and she took him into the sitting-room, 
 which was a very cosy and picturesque place, 
 though the walls were only of canvas stretched 
 over the slabs, and the ceiling, of canvas too, 
 was stained with rain droppings from the bark 
 roof. Lord Horace had been amusing himself 
 by drawing in sepia a boldly designed flight 
 of swallows along one end of the room. 
 
 ' Not strictly appropriate to Australia, my 
 dear fellow, but I couldn't stand the papers
 
 62 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 they showed me. I have sent home for 
 somethincf a little more artistic. It should be 
 parrots, of course, or satin-birds — and by the 
 way, those beggars of satin-birds have gobbled 
 up all our loquats — but my imagination 
 wouldn't soar, and Ina is not inventive. I'm 
 trainin her faculties, but by slow degrees.' 
 
 Ina flushed again. Between the flushes 
 she was — so Hallett noticed — alarmingly pale. 
 And surely she had got thinner. But she had 
 taken ever so much pains over the arrange- 
 ment of the drawing-room, which was in 
 truth exceedingly pretty and full of Enghsh 
 odds and ends, from a portrait of Lady 
 Waveryng in full court-dress to an antlered 
 stag's head over the doorway. Ina was proud 
 of her charming room, though she gave Elsie 
 all the credit of the arrangement. 'It was 
 always Elsie who did the prettinesses,' she 
 said, ' whether it was in our baU dresses or
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 63 
 
 our parlour. Elsie has only to put her hand 
 to a thing and it gets somehow the stanip of 
 herself. I was never good for anything but 
 the useful things.' 
 
 Lord Horace sat down to the piano, which 
 was a fine instrument and was littered with 
 music, and struck a few chords. ' You must 
 hear my newest thing. It's one of those 
 spirited bush ballads of William Sharp's, and 
 I've set it to music. Ina and I sat up tiU all 
 hours last night practisin' it.' 
 
 ' Yes,' interjected Elsie, ' and you made 
 poor Ina faint by keeping her standing so 
 long.' 
 
 ' I wanted her to have some port wine/ 
 answered Lord Horace, ' and she wouldn't. It 
 was her fault, wasn't it, Ina, dear ? ' 
 
 ' Yes, it was my fault,' said Ina. ' I didn't 
 take the port wine in time.' 
 
 ' Well, never mind,' said Lord Horace,
 
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 ' she shall have some port wine now to make 
 up.' He rushed off and brought the wine, 
 which he made her swallow in spite of her 
 protests. That was Lord Horace's way. A 
 glass of port wine for a woman, and a brandy 
 and soda for a man, were his notions of a 
 panacea for ills of body and mind. When 
 Ina had drunk her wine he began his 
 accompaniment again and burst into the song. 
 He had a fair baritone, and sang with a 
 certain manner as of one who knew what he 
 was about. He put a good deal of dramatic 
 go into the rattling words — 
 
 ' O'er the range and down the gully, across the river bed, 
 We are riding on the tracks of the cattle that have fled : 
 The mopokea all are laughing, and the cockatoos are 
 
 screaming, 
 And bright amidst the stringy barks the parrakeets are 
 
 gleaming ; 
 The wattle blooms are fragrant, and the great mangolias fair 
 Make a heavy sleepy sweetness in the hazy morning air ; 
 But the rattle and the crashing of our horses' hoofs ring 
 
 out, 
 And the cheery sound we answer with our long-repeated 
 
 shout.'
 
 And then came the chorus, which the four 
 took up : 
 
 * Coo-ee — Coo-ee — Coo-ee — Coo-ee ! ' 
 
 * My dear Horace,' said Hallett, ' why 
 didn't you try for fortune in the hght operatic 
 hne? You are much better suited for that 
 than for roughing it in Austraha.' 
 
 ' I did think of it,' rephed Lord Horace 
 seriously ; ' but the hght operatic hne is 
 played out in England, there's no chance for 
 anybody now. And then one's people would 
 have thought it infra dig. They're old- 
 fashioned, you know — don't go in for modern 
 innovations — the stage cult and that sort of 
 thing. It's not a bad notion of yours, though 
 — an opera of bush life — openin' chorus of 
 stockmen and bushrangers, and Moonhght 
 for a hero. It might pay better than free- 
 selecting on the Luya.' 
 
 'It might well do that,' said Elsie, who 
 
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 was rather fond of a passage-at-arms with her 
 brother-in-law. 
 
 Lord Horace caught her round the waist 
 and gave her a twirl or two into the verandah. 
 
 * A waltz — a waltz, Ina ! ' he cried. In a played. 
 There were some blacks outside who clapped 
 their hands and cried out ' Budgery ! ' and 
 the pair stopped to have what Lord Horace 
 called a 'yabber.' Hallett and Ina were 
 left alone. She let her hands fall from the 
 piano, and her sweet serious eyes met his. 
 
 * Mr. Hallett,' she said, ' I think you ought to 
 make haste.' 
 
 ' Tell me what I ought to do, Lady 
 Horace.' 
 
 ' I think you ought to make Elsie under- 
 stand how much you care for her.' 
 
 ' I have tried to do that. You were wrong. 
 She doesn't care for me.' 
 
 ' I thought she did,' said Ina faltering.
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 67 
 
 The break in her voice reminded him of the 
 break in it that day. Perhaps she was 
 thinking of this too. She went on in a 
 different tone: 'You must not judge Elsie as 
 you would another girl. She is horribly 
 proud, and she is horribly reserved, and she 
 is horribly perverse. Oh, I know all my 
 Elsie's faults.' 
 
 ' Tell me, Lady Horace, what made you 
 think that she cared for me ? ' 
 
 Ina hesitated, and her soft colour came 
 again. ' I don't think I can do that quite, 
 Mr. Hallett.' 
 
 ' Tell me,' he urged. 
 
 She looked at him and turned away her 
 head. * Yes, I'll tell you,' she said, in a forced 
 sort of voice. ' It was — do you remember 
 that day at Tunimbah — before I was engaged ? 
 — when you told me that you were so fond of 
 Elsie.' 
 
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 ' Yes,' he answered, and his voice, too, was 
 strained. 
 
 ' It was just after that, that Horace — that 
 I began to think I might marry Horace. One 
 day, when Elsie teased me about it — she never 
 cared very much for Horace, you know, 
 though Mammie hked him so much — we spoke 
 of you — and Elsie t©ld me that you were the 
 only man she had ever known whom she 
 could fancy herself marrying. She told me 
 that she had once fancied — before Horace 
 came on the scene, you know ' — Ina laughed a 
 little unsteadily — ' that you had a — a regard 
 for me. It was absurd, wasn't it ? — and that 
 the idea had made her unhappy and snappish 
 to me, and that she had hated herself for 
 minding. But she had minded. That meant 
 a great deal from Elsie.' 
 
 At that moment Lord Horace and Elsie 
 came in.
 
 LORD AND LADY HORACE AT HOME 69 
 
 ' Mr. Hallett,' she exclaimed, ' I have been 
 teUing Horace that we are to have a pic- 
 nic from Tunimbah to the Barohn Waterfall.' 
 
 ' Elsie is determined to find Moonhght's 
 lair,' said Lord Horace. ' Well, I'm on for 
 any fun of that sort. Talking of Barolin, do 
 you know the people there, Trant & Co. ? ' 
 
 'Blake & Trant,' said Hallett. 'It's 
 Blake who is the boss, they say. But how 
 anyone who wasn't quite a fool could have 
 bought Barolin Gors^e ! ' 
 
 ' They say Trant is doing a good thing 
 with his horses, though,' said Lord Horace. 
 ' Do you know the chap ? He was at the 
 " Bean-tree " to-day. I didn't fancy him. 
 Looked to me like one of those low-bred half- 
 Fenian fellows. I saw 'em when I went 
 salmon fishin' with Waveryng to Ireland. 
 I was wondering whether Blake could be 
 one of the Blakes of Coola.'
 
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 ' Coola ? ' repeated Hallett. 
 
 ' Blake of Coola is about as old a name as 
 there is in Ireland. Castle Coola was close 
 by our river. Lord Coola was a friend of 
 Waveryng's. I never met him. The Castle 
 was shut up the only time I went over. It is 
 a common enough name though.' 
 
 ' I believe my sister-in-law has asked Mr. 
 Trant over to Tunimbah,' said Hallett. 
 
 The bell rang for dressing. Lord Horace 
 took his guest over to what was by courtesy 
 called the Bachelors' Quarters. There was 
 only one spare room in the Humpey, and that 
 was occupied by Elsie Valhant.
 
 71 
 
 CHAPTER IV 
 
 Elsie's lover 
 
 They were sitting down to dinner when the 
 barking of the dogs announced an arrival. 
 Presently the woman in the kitchen came in 
 with a slip of paper, on which was written : 
 ' Dominic Trant, of Barolin.' 
 
 ' By Jove ! ' exclaimed Lord Horace, * he 
 has taken me at my word ! Saw him at the 
 " Bean-tree " to-day, and asked him to look us 
 up if he was passing. He said he was going 
 straight on to-night.' 
 
 Elsie looked excited. ' Dominic Trant ! 
 Dominic — what an odd name ! ' 
 
 Lord Horace brought his guest in. Mr. 
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 thirty to thirty-five. Elsie decided, first, that 
 he was distinctly Irish ; secondly, that he was 
 not quite a gentleman. If he had been a gen- 
 tleman he might have sat for one of Velasquez's 
 pictures, but there was a certain commonness 
 about him which destroyed the effect of his 
 otherwise artistic appearance. He had an 
 accent, too, and Elsie detested a brogue. But 
 he had fine black eyes and a well-featured 
 sallow face. His manner was rather second- 
 rate. He called Lady Horace 'Your Lady- 
 ship,' but after the first time or two dropped 
 into famiharity, and was almost free and easy. 
 He scarcely took ]iis eyes off Elsie. 
 
 He explained his arrival. He had stopped 
 late at the ' Bean-tree,' later than he had in- 
 tended. The fact was, he had waited for a 
 telegram from his partner Blake, who was 
 thinking of coming up to BaroHn.
 
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 ' Your partner doesn't pay many visits to 
 Barolin,' said Frank Hallett. 
 
 ' Well, no,' replied Mr. Trant. ' Blake was 
 rather taken in over Barolin, that's the truth. 
 He was disgusted, and turned the whole shop 
 over to me. It's a fiddling little place is 
 Barolin, and dull as ditch water.' 
 
 ' I expect it will be livelier now that the 
 police are turning out on the Upper Luya to 
 hunt for Moonlight,' said Lord Horace. 
 
 ' Oh, Moonlight ! ' said Mr. Trant with a 
 laugh. ' Do ye think they'll catch him ? ' 
 
 ' They won't, unless the squatters lend a 
 hand,' said Hallett ; ' and it's a queer thing, 
 but the squatters don't seem so down on 
 Moonlight as you'd suppose. He hasn't bailed 
 up any of them yet.' 
 
 'They'll not catch him,' said Mr. Trant. 
 ' Anyhow, I'll lend 'em a hand at it.'
 
 74 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Elsie looked at him with an expression of 
 dishke. Trant, whose eyes met hers, noticed 
 it, and coloured. 'You don't want him 
 to be caught. Miss ? ' he said. 
 
 ' No,' said Elsie decidedly. ' He is a pic- 
 turesque figure. We haven't much that is 
 picturesque in the bush.' *" 
 
 ' Surely,' said Lady Horace, ' we can be 
 picturesque without bushrangers.' 
 
 The talk went on about Moonlicrht. Lord 
 Horace got excited. ' A man hunt.' That 
 was what he wanted. Big game ! You needed 
 sportsmen to take the thing up properly. The 
 police were duffers. And now that there was 
 going to be an election no one would bother 
 about Moonhght. Frank Hallett would be 
 responsible if any of the Luya stations were 
 bailed up. 
 
 Mr. Trant looked interested. He turned 
 the conversation on to the election, and they
 
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 discussed the probability of the Irish vote 
 carrying it in favour of the Eadical member. 
 He asked a good many questions as to the 
 strength of the Irish vote, the predominance 
 of Eadicalism amonor the Goondi diorcrers, and 
 the pohtical leanings of the Luya selectors. 
 Hallett fancied that the man meant to draw 
 him, and showed Mr. Trant that he did not 
 intend to be drawn. 
 
 Elsie also scenting Trant's motive, though 
 she could not account for it — surely he could 
 not be thinking of opposing Hallett — plunged 
 into the talk. She had hitherto been very 
 silent. 
 
 ' Do you ever go to Leichardt's Town, Mr. 
 Trant ? — to the balls, I mean ? ' 
 
 Trant looked at her admiringly from 
 under his heavy brows. ' I leave that kind of 
 thing to my partner, Miss Valliant. He is 
 more of a ladies'^ man than I am. Perhaps,'
 
 76 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 he added, ' I've never had any great induce- 
 ment till now to stay in Leichardt's Town.* 
 
 ' I have never met Mr. Blake,' said Elsie, 
 ignoring the implied compliment. 
 
 'Blake goes across the border when he 
 wants a spree,' answered Mr. Trant. ' He 
 runs down to Sydney, and he is rather a card 
 there, I can tell you. I shouldn't wonder, 
 though, if he were in Leichardt's Town a good 
 deal this winter.' 
 
 ' It is going to be a very gay winter, isn't 
 it ? ' put in Lady Horace. ' The Prince is 
 really coming, and there will be the new 
 Governor, and we shall have a lot of balls. 
 Elsie and I are going to have a good time — just 
 like the old times, before I married.' 
 
 She got up as she spoke and went into 
 the parlour. The night was warm, as March 
 nights are, and there floated in the fragrance 
 of the stephanotis, which twined one of the
 
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 verandah posts. Elsie sauntered into the 
 verandah. Lady Horace was going to follow 
 her, but when she saw that Hallett had come 
 out of the dining-room, evidently with that 
 intention, leaving Lord Horace and Mr. Trant, 
 she drew back and let Hallett pass her. 
 
 Elsie had gathered a spray of the stepha- 
 notis, and was stroking her lip with one of 
 the waxen flowers. 
 
 ' How do you hke Mr. Trant .^ ' asked 
 Hallett abruptly. 
 
 ' I don't like him at all,' she answered. ' I 
 hate a man who calls me " Miss " and looks at 
 me in that fashion.' 
 
 ' I am sorry that Edith asked him to 
 Tunimbah.' 
 
 ' Why did she do that ? ' 
 
 ' She said we had been unneighbourly, and 
 that she had heard Mr. Blake was a very 
 charming man, and that for his sake we were
 
 78 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 bound to be civil to liis partner. You know 
 Edith rather hkes to play the part of great 
 lady of the district.' 
 
 ' She does it very nicely. She is so 
 amiable and proper, and well dressed, and 
 well read, and all the rest. She always says 
 the right thing when she is in society. Do 
 you know, I think Mrs. Jem Hallett is rather 
 wasted as the wife of a Luya squatter.' 
 
 ' I see you don't like Edith. But, never 
 mind. You will come over, won't you, and 
 leave the jam to take care of itself for another 
 week ? ' 
 
 ' I will come on one condition.' 
 
 ' What is that ? ' 
 
 ' That you take me to Barolin Water- 
 fall.' 
 
 ' I am afraid that you will find it a 
 rougher expedition than you bargain for. It 
 will mean a night's camping out.'
 
 ELSIE'S LOVER 79 
 
 * So much the better. I have never 
 camped out in my hfe. Promise.' 
 
 ' I promise, if not now, at some future 
 time.' 
 
 ' Why not now ? ' 
 
 ' The river is up, you know, and then it's 
 very difficult to get a black boy who will go 
 near the Falls. But I will do my best. Do 
 you think there is anything in the world I 
 wouldn't try to do if you asked me ? ' 
 
 Elsie's eyes were like stars as she turned 
 them upon him. It was a way of hers to 
 answer a question with her eyes. But 
 presently she said thoughtfully, ' I don't 
 know.' 
 
 ' What is it that you don't know ? ' he 
 asked. 'Don't you know that I would do 
 anything in the world for you ? ' 
 
 ' Without any reward ? ' she said coquet- 
 tishly.
 
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 'There would always be the hope of a 
 reward — the hope ' 
 
 ' Ah ! ' she exclaimed, cutting him short. 
 ' You are not disinterested. No one is. 
 There is always the hope of a reward. I am 
 tired of it all.' 
 
 She moved aw^ay from the verandah post 
 as she spoke, and tossed the sprig of stepha- 
 notis from her. It fell on the ed^e of the 
 steps, and he stooped and picked it up. She 
 sat down on a squatter's chair at the end of 
 the verandah furthest from the drawing-room . 
 The other men had come out of the dining- 
 room. Mr. Trant was talking to Lady 
 Horace. Lord Horace came to the door and 
 called out ' Elsie ! ' 
 
 'Well?' 
 
 ' Come along in. Let us do Sharp's 
 chorus. Trant says he has got a voice.' 
 
 ' Trant ! I wish Horace wouldn't let him
 
 ELSIE'S LOVER 8i 
 
 be so familiar,' murmured Elsie sotto voce. 
 ' Please ask LIr. Trant to try a solo. I can't 
 sing choruses so soon after dinner.' 
 
 ' Oh, don't go in,' pleaded Hallett. 
 
 ' It's too hot inside,' Elsie went on, speak- 
 ing to her brother-in-law. ' Let us stop here 
 and be comfortable.' 
 
 ' Well, you are ' — Lord Horace began to 
 protest, but was called off by his wife. 
 
 'What are you tired of.^' asked Hallett 
 abruptly, as he seated himself on the edge of 
 the verandah, almost at Elsie's feet. 
 
 ' Oh, I don't know. Tired of people — 
 people who — who do everything from per- 
 sonal motives, tired of stupid speeches, and 
 comphments, and all that.' 
 
 ' Tired of being made love to, he said 
 bitterly — ' that's what you mean — of being 
 made love to by men you don't care for.' 
 
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 ' Well,' said Elsie, quietly stroking her 
 dress, ' a good many men do make love to me, 
 you know, and I can't say that they are pro- 
 foundly interesting as a body.' 
 
 ' And there are no exceptions — not even 
 one ? ' he exclaimed. Does no one interest 
 you ? ' 
 
 Elsie looked up swiftly, and went on 
 stroking her dress again. ' I should Hke to 
 be made love to by some man who didn't 
 care in the least what I thought of him — a 
 man who would go on his own way straight 
 as a die — not turning, as you all do, to right 
 or left, at a woman's beck — a man with a 
 purpose and a destiny. I don't think I should 
 mind whether it was a good purpose or a 
 bad one — a magnificent destiny or a terrible 
 one — only it must not be small or mean ! 
 Oh, a man who would follow his star at all 
 costs. That is the mail I should like to know.'
 
 ELSIE'S LOVER 83 
 
 * Go on,' said Hallett. ' Tell me more of 
 what you would like in the man who made 
 love to you.' 
 
 ' He must never pay me a comphment./ 
 said Elsie. ' He must not want to do what / 
 wish. He must make me do what he wishes. 
 He must be my master.' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' exclaimed Hallett impatiently, 
 ' that is a Jane Eyre-ish idea. No man who 
 truly loves a woman can be her master. To 
 love is to be a slave.' 
 
 ' How do you know that ? ' 
 
 ' Because I love you, and because I am 
 your slave. Elsie, how long is it to go on ? 
 I can't stand much more.' 
 
 ' It shall end to-night if you wish it,' she 
 answered. 
 
 ' But how ? But how ? ' he cried. 
 
 ' In this way.' She bent a little towards 
 him and spoke very distinctly. 
 
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 84 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' I sliall say to you, "Mr. Halle tt, I am 
 very grateful to you for caring for me, and I 
 am honoured by your affection ! " That is 
 how the nice girls talk in novels.' 
 
 ' Bah ! ' He gave his shoulders an im- 
 patient shake. 
 
 Elsie went on : ' I am not worthy of your 
 affection. I am a spoilt, heartless young 
 woman, who has never loved anybody in her 
 life — except Mammie and Ina — after a fashion. 
 I don't think it is in me to love any man — 
 unless he was the kind of man I have de- 
 scribed — the kind of man who isn't at all 
 likely to come my way. I am very selfish 
 and very frivolous and very mercenary and 
 very ambitious ' 
 
 ' No,' he . said doggedly ; ' I am not going 
 to believe that.' 
 
 'It is true though, all the same. The 
 only thing that I care about is excitement.
 
 ELSIE'S LOVER 85 
 
 I should die of dulness in the bush. I am 
 nearly dead of dulness now. If I were a 
 man I should fight battles ; I should intrigue ; 
 I should do reckless things. As I am a 
 woman, all I can do to amuse myself is to 
 make men fall in love with me, and so gratify 
 my sense of power, till ' She paused. 
 
 ' Go on — till when ? ' 
 
 ' Till they want what I don't want to give 
 — till they want to come close to me — and 
 paw me — and all the rest.' 
 
 ' Elsie, you are horrid.' 
 
 ' Yes, I know that I am,' she replied com- 
 posedly. 'But you know that you are all 
 alike. You all want to paw me. Then I 
 hate you. And, what is worse, I hate 
 myself.' 
 
 ' At any rate, you are frank enough.' 
 
 ' It is almost my only virtue, and, as you 
 say, I make the most of it.'
 
 86 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' Go on with the rest that you were going 
 to say to me.' 
 
 ' I would say : " And so, Mr. Hallett, 
 being this sort of person, and being so wholly 
 despicable and so utterly unworthy of you, 
 who are so highly estimable — and respecting 
 you so truly " ' 
 
 ' Oh, Elsie, don't laugh at me.' 
 
 ' I'm not laughing at you. I mean every 
 word. You can't imagine how truly I respect 
 you. And so — that's how I would wind up 
 — I'm not worth dangling after any longer, 
 and you had better find some other girl who 
 will be less frank, perhaps, but who will, at 
 any rate, give you something better worth 
 having than what I can give you.' 
 
 ' Will you tell me first exactly what that- 
 is?' 
 
 'Honest friendship, and a dash of — how 
 shall I call it ? — afiection.'
 
 ELSIE'S LOVER 87 
 
 ' That's something gained anyhow,' he 
 exclaimed. ' I'm not a bit discouraged ; I feel 
 that I have made headway. You said that 
 you were quite frank with me three months 
 ago, and you told me then that there was no 
 aJSection.' 
 
 ' I didn't know you so well three months 
 ago. I hadn't had an opportunity of learning 
 how estimable you are Since then I have 
 seen ever so much of you. I have seen you 
 at home. I have heard your praises sung by 
 everybody. You have done all sorts of nice 
 things for me. I should be unnaturally 
 ungrateful — a monster — if I hadn't some 
 affection for you. But affection expresses 
 everything. There's nothing more. There 
 never will be anything more, and there ought 
 to be a great deal more.' 
 
 ' Well, I am contented.' 
 
 ' You are very easily satisfied. My ideal
 
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 lover, my prince among men, would never be 
 contented with — affection. He would want 
 all that there was more, and if I hadn't got 
 it to give him, he would make me a polite 
 bow and go and look for it elsewhere.' 
 
 ' That would be because he didn't love you 
 as much as I do. If he loved you he would 
 be satisfied to wait, on the chance of getting 
 the rest.' 
 
 ' And if he never could get the rest ? ' 
 ' He would be quite satisfied as long as no 
 one else got it.' 
 
 ' Ah ! but if the- prince came ? ' 
 ' Then he would accept his fate. That's 
 the risk. You know I told you three months 
 ago that I would run the risk. It was part 
 of our compact.' 
 
 ' Oh, our compact ! I had forgotten that 
 we had a compact — a real serious compact. 
 Did we ^x. any limit for it ? '
 
 ELSIE'S LOVER 89 
 
 ' You told me,' said Hallett, ' that I might 
 go on caring for you — being your friend — 
 your lover on probation ' 
 
 ' Ko, no,' she cried ; ' that means too 
 much. You were to ask for nothing.' 
 
 ' I have never asked for anything — I have 
 never even kissed your hand. I will never 
 do so till you yourself tell me that I may.' 
 Hallett's voice trembled with emotion. ' I 
 will worship you as one might worship a star. 
 And you can do nothing to prevent that. 
 In this sense you can't help my being your 
 lover.' 
 
 ' In that sense — no. You are very 
 chivalrous. Now that is what I hke. I 
 admire you when you are like that. But 
 at the same time I am going to say some- 
 thing horrid.' 
 
 ' Oh, say it.' 
 
 ' I think, do you know, that I despise you
 
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 a little for — for — caring so mucli. That is 
 like a woman, isn't it ? ' 
 
 ' Yes ; it's like a woman — at least so the 
 cynics who write novels tell us. Well, 
 about our compact ? I am sure it had a limit 
 — tell me/ 
 
 ' You were to give me a definite answer 
 whenever I asked for one.' 
 
 ' And you asked me for one just now — 
 and I gave it. You said you could not stand 
 things any longer. So the compact is ended.' 
 
 ' No. You said I might end it if I pleased ; 
 and I don't choose to end it after what you 
 said ' 
 
 ' What ? About affection ? ' 
 
 ' Yes. I'll never end while you say that 
 you care for me the least bit.' 
 
 'Affection isn't caring. It's what one 
 feels for one's pet horse, or one's dog — or 
 one's friend.'
 
 ELSIE'S LOVER 91 
 
 * Well/ said he stolidly, ' it's enough for 
 me Since it is that or nothing. I am your 
 friend — till you tell me I am something 
 more.' 
 
 ' But it is ended. I have no more 
 responsibility. I have told you to go. You 
 know you ought to marry. You are going 
 into Parliament. You will be a Minister. 
 You'll have to have a house and to crive 
 parties. Political people ought to be married. 
 They shouldn't go dangling after girls ' 
 
 ' Not after girls ; after a girl.' 
 
 ' Well, they shouldn't dangle after a girl. 
 It's undignified — especially after such a girl 
 as I am — no money, no connections — except 
 Horace, I suppose, being a lord, though an 
 impoverished one, counts for something — a 
 girl who only keeps a Kanaka boy in the 
 kitchen, and has to make the jam and clean 
 her own boots — oh yes, I assure you, Ina and
 
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 I have often cleaned our own boots. It's 
 
 well, it's cheap ^ as Horace says.' 
 
 They both laughed. Just then someone 
 struck a few chords on the piano. It was 
 Lord Horace. And presently someone began 
 to sing. This was not Lord Horace, who had 
 a nice little baritone, but not a voice like this. 
 And Lord Horace's Frencli — though he only 
 aired it occasionally in quotations, was shaky ; 
 while even Elsie, who had only had a few 
 dozen lessons from a French Sister in the 
 convent at Leichardt's Towm, could tell that 
 Mr. Dominic Trant had lived in France. 
 
 Thanks to the Sister, she could understand 
 every word. 
 
 'Ninon, Ninon, que fais-tu de la yie ? ' 
 
 It seemed an appeal to herself. How 
 could such a person sing like that ? She 
 asked herself the question as she got up from 
 her chair and went into the parlour. Mr.
 
 ELSIE'S LOVER 93 
 
 Dominic Trant looked at her while he sang. 
 His eyes had something mesmeric in them. 
 Irish eyes occasionally have. The man was 
 certainly good-looking, and he did give one 
 a sense of power. The effect that he had, 
 however, was not quite pleasant. It was the 
 power of a certain sort of passion — not of the 
 highest kind. The power also of unflinching 
 purpose — also not of the highest kind. This 
 seemed to show itself when the man was 
 singing. He began to interest her. He had 
 only struck her before as being rather ill-bred. 
 
 ' Where did you learn to sing French ? ' 
 she asked when he had finished. 
 
 She had gone to the piano. 
 
 ' I learned French among French people,' 
 said Trant. ' I thought you would like that 
 song. It was sent out to me the other day. 
 Do you understand it. Do you speak 
 French.?'
 
 94 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' No,' said she perversely. * How do you 
 expect an Australian girl to speak French ? 
 So you have travelled a great deal, Mr. 
 Trant?' 
 
 ' I wish you'd let me translate it to you,' 
 he said, not answering her question. ' But I 
 am quite sure that you understand it. I 
 could tell that you did by your face.' 
 
 ^ Sing something else,' she replied ; ' some- 
 thing English, please.' 
 
 This time he sang a rollicking drinking 
 sonor. Lord Horace was deliofhted. ' You 
 must come over,' he said. ' We must practise 
 some glees, and we'll let you have 'em at 
 Tunimbah next week, Hallett.' 
 
 Frank had to come forward to explain 
 that his sister-in-law had written or was about 
 to write to Mr. Trant, to invite him to join 
 the party. 
 
 ' I think it is not unlikely that my partner
 
 ELSIE'S LOVER 95 
 
 Blake will be at Barolin then,' said Mr. Trant. 
 ' I had a telegram from him, as I told you, at 
 the " Bean-tree " to-day.' 
 
 ' Tell me about Mr. Blake,' said Elsie, sub- 
 siding into a chair, and motioning Trant to 
 her side in a way that irritated Hallett. She 
 had put on her coquettish air, which meant 
 that she scented a victim. ' Why doesn't he 
 ever come to the Luya ? ' 
 
 'He does come sometimes,' answered 
 Trant. 
 
 ' But nobody has ever seen him. I feel a 
 curiosity about Mr. Blake.' 
 
 ' What do you want to know about Blake ? ' 
 
 ' Is he young ? ' 
 
 'No, not exactly. I suppose he is close 
 upon forty.' 
 
 ' Is he married .^ ' 
 
 ' No.' Mr. Trant laughed. ' He is fair 
 game — and difficult game.'
 
 96 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Elsie drew herself up a little. She was 
 quite sure now that Trant was very ill-bred. 
 
 ' What do you mean ? Does he not like 
 ladies ? You said he was a ladies' man.' 
 
 ' Oh yes, he likes ladies. He is not a 
 marrying man though, Blake. He doesn't 
 care about anything except ' 
 
 ' Except ? ' 
 
 ' Except adventure, amusement, making 
 monev.' 
 
 ' But people say that Barohn isn't exactly 
 a money-making place.' 
 
 'Oh! They say that, do they? Well, 
 perhaps they are right. But then Blake 
 makes money in other ways. He has got 
 means. He is a luckier sort of devil than I 
 am — obliged to stick at Barolin all the year 
 round.' 
 
 ' I say,' put in Lord Horace, ' is your 
 partner any relation of the Blakes of Castle
 
 ELSIE'S LOVER 97 
 
 Coola ? Because you know my people know 
 the Coola people ; I've been fishin' close 
 there.' 
 
 'I don't know,' said Mr. Trant. 'I 
 should think it isn't unlikely. Blake doesn't 
 like being questioned about his people — says 
 he cut the whole lot when he came out here.' 
 
 'Got into a row perhaps,' said Lord 
 Horace. 'That would be a Blake all over. 
 They're a wild Irish lot — got a dash of 
 Fenianism in the blood. There was a Blake 
 who got drowned. He tumbled off a cliff 
 or something. Waveryng knew him. He 
 was a chap in a crack regiment, too. Well, 
 it came out afterwards that he had been 
 preaching to the chaps in the regiment, in- 
 citing to mutiny — like the Boyle O'Eeilly 
 business, you know.' 
 
 ' Yes, I know,' said Trant stolidly. 
 
 ' They said there would have been a court- 
 
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 98 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 martial if the fellow hadn't died ; so it's 
 lucky, perhaps, for him that he was 
 drowned.' 
 
 ' Well, as he was drowned, he can't have 
 anything to do with Blake of Bar61in,' said 
 Trant, with a laugh.
 
 99 
 
 CHAPTER V 
 
 A GAUNTLET TO FATE 
 
 Mr. Trant went away the next morning. 
 Elsie did not go into the parlour to bid him 
 good-bye, but remained in the verandah 
 where she was sewing, and listened to his 
 parting words to Lady Horace, who invited 
 him to repeat his visit. 'Ina has no tact,' 
 murmured Elsie to herself. ' She might have 
 seen that I didn't like him.' 
 
 * Where's your sister?' asked Mr. Trant, 
 and Ina's want of tact again displayed itself 
 when she promptly replied, ' Oh ! Elsie is in 
 the verandah.' 
 
 Mr. Trant came out. ' I have come to 
 say good-bye, and to tell you that I
 
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 shall be over at Tunimbah when you are 
 there.' 
 
 ' I don't know that I am going to be there/ 
 said Elsie perversely. 
 
 Mr. Trant's face fell. 'If yon are not 
 there, I shall come away the next day. . . . 
 Do you live up here, Miss Yalliant?' he 
 asked, after having waited in vain for Elsie 
 to reply. 
 
 ' No,' she said. ' I am only staying with 
 my sister, and I am going back to Leichardt's 
 Town almost immediately.' 
 
 ' Lord Horace wants me to come and sing. 
 It isn't much of a ride over from Bar ohn — 
 only about fifteen miles.' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' said Elsie. 
 
 * Miss Yalliant, why don't you hke me .^ ' 
 
 ' Eeally, Mr. Trant, you ask rather em- 
 barrassing questions.' 
 
 ' But you don't. I see it in your face.
 
 A GAUNTLET TO FATE loi 
 
 You liked me a little after I sang last night. 
 I knew I was having some effect upon you, 
 and I should have liked to sing on for ever. 
 I wish you'd let me come and sing to you.' 
 
 'But I'm going away. And besides, I 
 mightn't like you to have an effect upon me.' 
 
 ' That means that you are a little afraid of 
 me. I know that ; I can make people afraid 
 of me.' 
 
 ' Can you really ? How ? ' 
 
 'I don't quite know. By looking at them. 
 I can always make a woman like me, if I want 
 to. I don't often want to. I don't care 
 about them.' 
 
 ' Perhaps that is why you make them like 
 you. People can often influence others just 
 from the very reason that they don't care 
 about them.' 
 
 ' I don't think that reasoning ought to 
 apply to you and me. Please don't be offended.
 
 102 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 I only meant that it would be impossible to 
 look at you often and remain indifferent.' 
 
 ' In that case,' said Elsie, ' it would be 
 better not to look at me.' 
 
 ' Much better,' said Trant seriously. ' I 
 quite agree with you. It would not suit my 
 way of life to care too much for a woman.' 
 
 'What is your way of life?' asked Elsie, 
 interested in spite of herself. 
 
 Trant laughed in a sort of sotto voce way 
 that he had. ' You wouldn't understand it if 
 I were to tell you.' 
 
 ' From the outside it wouldn't seem to be 
 so mysterious,' said Elsie, piqued — ' living at 
 Barolin and looking after horses and cattle. 
 I understand something about that.' 
 
 The black boy came round with Mr. 
 Trant's horse. ' WeU, good-bye,' he said in a 
 lingering manner. ' I am very glad to have 
 met you.' Elsie gave him her hand. The
 
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 black boy grinned as Trant went down the 
 log steps. 
 
 ' I say,' he said, ' Ba'al you got him Mary 
 belonging to you ? ' 
 
 ' Ba'al,'* answered Trant. 
 
 ' That budgery f Mary,' said the black 
 boy, making a gesture towards Elsie, who 
 pretended not to see or hear. ' Mine think it 
 that fellow Hallett, plenty look after Elsie. 
 Elsie — I say,' shouted the imp — an Australian 
 black is no respecter of persons — ' Mine got 
 -him dilly-bag for you.' 
 
 The dilly-bag, which had been plaited by 
 the gins, smelled atrociously of the camp, but 
 it was a good pretext for escaping Trant's 
 farewell gaze, and for running round to the 
 store for a fig of tobacco, the purchase-money 
 agreed upon for the dilly-bag. 
 
 Trant rode off. Close by the door Hallett 
 
 * Ba'al— No. t Budgery— Good.
 
 104 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 was saddling his horse, and Lord Horace was 
 in conversation with a travelling digger, to 
 whom he had been giving out rations. 
 
 ' Lord, what infernal cheek ! ' Lord Horace 
 was saying. ' You'll have to look sharp, 
 Hallett, to beat that.' 
 
 ' What is it that you are to look sharp 
 about? ' asked Elsie, coming towards him. 
 
 ' It seems,' said Hallett, drawing his hps 
 together, and relaxing them with a determined 
 expression, ' that though poor Slaney was 
 only buried yesterday, the Opposition candi- 
 date has already declared himself.' 
 
 ' What ! ' said Elsie. 
 
 ' Posters up on the gum-trees all round 
 Goondi. This fellow has come from the 
 " Bean-tree " this morning, and they had tele- 
 graphed it on there. I wonder if Trant knew 
 anything about it.' 
 
 ' Why, of course,' put in the digger.
 
 A GAUNTLET TO FATE 105 
 
 *Trant is his partner, and Trant was at the 
 " Bean-tree " yesterday, telegraphing all over 
 the country. Good-day, miss.' He touched 
 his felt wide-awake as Elsie turned to him 
 impulsively. 
 
 ' You don't mean that Mr. Trant is the 
 Opposition candidate?' she asked. 
 
 ' It's his partner, miss,' said the digger. 
 ' Blake of Barolin. He thinks he'll get in on 
 the Irish vote — a flash sort of chap is Blake, 
 they say. You take my advice, Mr. Hallett. 
 Cut in at once, and take the wind out of his 
 sails. Y^ou're safe enough on the Luya, but 
 those Goondi chaps are all agin the squatters, 
 and they like blather.' 
 
 The man had taken some dirty shilhngs 
 out of his pouch, and was handing them to 
 Lord Horace in payment for his rations. Lord 
 Horace counted them carefuUy and thrust 
 them into his pocket.
 
 io6 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' Have a nip,' he said, and took the digger 
 to the kitchen, where Lady Horace acted as 
 Hebe, and where his health was drunk, and 
 that of her ladyship, with due formahties. 
 Lord and Lady Horace were popular in the 
 district, and a good many loafers found their 
 way to the Dell. They could always fetch 
 Lord Horace by admiring his amateur bush 
 ways, and he always wound up business by 
 offering them a grog. 
 
 ' Where are you going ? ' asked Elsie of 
 Hallett. 
 
 ' To the " Bean-tree," and perhaps to 
 Goondi, to look after my political interests.' 
 
 ' Isn't it rather odd that Mr. Blake should 
 have got into the field so quickly. He must 
 have heard of Mr. Slaney's death almost as 
 soon as it happened,' said Elsie. 
 
 ' I suppose he has been working up th'^, 
 district for some time on the sly,' answered
 
 A GAUNTLET TO FATE 107 
 
 Hallett. ' Trant must have set the wires going^ 
 That fellow brought me a telegram from the 
 " Bean-tree," which had been forwarded by 
 Mrs. Jem, on the chance of its picking me up 
 here. My supporters want to see me.' 
 
 Elsie noticed that he had pinned into his 
 coat the sprig of stephanotis she had thrown 
 away the night before. ' Why do you keep 
 that withered thing ? ' she said. ' If you 
 come round to the verandah, I'll give you a 
 better one.' 
 
 ' Give me the bit you have in your belt,' 
 he said. ' It will bring me luck.' 
 
 She took it out with a little hesitation. 
 ' You'd much better have a fresh piece,' and 
 she moved to the house. He followed her. 
 It was only an excuse for getting out of eye- 
 range. As soon as they were in the front 
 verandah he stopped her as she was going to 
 the stephanotis creeper.
 
 io8 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' No, give me that.' 
 
 ' No, I want it for myself.' 
 
 She held it back, but he took it from her, 
 and put it to his lips. 
 
 ' I have spoilt it for you now,' he said. • 
 
 She still held out her hand. ' How ? ' 
 
 ' Because I kissed the flowers. There ! ' 
 He tossed them away. 
 
 She gathered another spray. ' That is 
 a very nice one : and please don't throw it 
 away directly you are out of sight of the 
 house.' 
 
 He laughed. ' I'll show you the ghost of 
 it next time we meet.' 
 
 ' That means that we shan't meet for a 
 long time.' 
 
 ' Long enough for these to wither. I 
 don't know when I shall be able to get over 
 again. I must canvass the district. We shall 
 meet at Tunimbah.'
 
 A GAUNTLET TO FATE 109 
 
 ' Write and tell me how things are going/ 
 she said. 
 
 ' Do you really care to hear ? Oh I Elsie, 
 it makes me glad.' 
 
 ' Of course I care to hear. I am 
 immensely excited. I wish I could go to 
 Goondi and canvass for you. I'd make love 
 to the Luya selectors. I'd abuse Mr. Blake 
 to your very heart's content. Blake of 
 Baroiin ! Has it struck you that the name 
 sounds rather poetic ? ' 
 
 ' Much more so than Hallett of Tunimbah.' 
 
 ' Well, yes ! I love a poetic name. I 
 couldn't marry a man who was called Smith. 
 Two Smiths proposed to me by the way, and 
 they were good matches, and Mammie and 
 Ina scolded me for sending them about their 
 business. To be sure, I couldn't have married 
 them both. Oh, what a bore it is that one 
 must marry — somebody ! '
 
 I lo OUTLA W AND LA WMAKER 
 
 ' I can't bear to hear you talk like that. 
 Why must you marry — anybody ? ' 
 
 ' Because I've got no other way of gaining 
 my living. Because my prettiness is going — 
 oh yes ! Girls in Australia go off very soon. 
 And do you think I haven't heard it said 
 that Elsie YalUant is going off? Because 
 I should hate to be an old maid. Mr. 
 Hallett ' 
 
 'Yes?' 
 
 ' You know we settled last night that our 
 compact was at an end.' 
 
 'Did we? I think not.' 
 
 ' Yes. I told you to go. I gave you a 
 definite answer. There's nothing more to 
 wait for.' 
 
 ' I think there is a great deal to wait 
 for.' 
 
 ' I was most splendidly unselfish. I sacri- 
 ficed myself. You don't even thank me for
 
 A GAUNTLET TO FATE in 
 
 my disinterestedness. You are to expect 
 nothing from me, and I am to give up the 
 gratification of having the member for Luya — - 
 a prospective minister — among my admirers.' 
 
 ' Let us make a new compact,' he said 
 gravely. ' I don't ask anything from you — 
 except absolute frankness.' 
 
 ' Oh ! that I have always given you.' 
 
 ' Go on giving it. Let us talk out quite 
 openly to each other. Tell me that you don't 
 care a bit for me — if it is true. Tell me if 
 your afiection — you said it was afiection — 
 deepens or lessens. I shall never reproach 
 you if you hurt me. I am willing to take my 
 chance.' 
 
 ' Well, what else ? ' 
 
 ' Let us go on in this way. You will know 
 — yes, for I shall tell you unless you forbid 
 me — that I love you. That is not to be gain- 
 said. I don't care how long I have to wait.
 
 112 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 You told me that you liked me better 
 than anyone else who has ever cared for 
 you.' 
 
 'Yes, but that isn't saying much. I have 
 never cared for anyone.' 
 
 ' Well, that is all I want — now. I think I 
 like you to be like that. It fits in with my 
 star fancy. I can worship you without a tinge 
 of jealousy. And when you Hirt, I know that 
 it only means that you are dull and want 
 amusement.' 
 
 'That is a charitable construction to put 
 on my evil doings.' 
 
 ' I don't mind. It's like the naughtiness 
 of a child that doesn't know what it's doing. 
 One can't think hardly of it when it's so un- 
 conscious. That's what you are. You don't 
 realise that you can hurt people. And all that 
 fancy about the hero — the Prince ' 
 
 ' Yes, the hero — the Prince. Is that like
 
 A GAUNTLET TO FATE 113 
 
 a child, too? But the child's fancies some- 
 times become the realities of the woman.* 
 
 ' This is what I meant by absolute frank- 
 ness. If the Prince comes, tell me, you will 
 be able to trust me. I shall stand aside. I 
 will worry you no more. Wait, and I will 
 wait, too.' 
 
 ' For my Prince ? And how long do you 
 give me to wait ? ' 
 
 ' You shall fix your own time. Throw a 
 gauntlet to fate.' 
 
 The phrase struck her. ' " A gauntlet to 
 fate." I like that. I did not know that you 
 could say such poetic things. Well, I will 
 throw a gauntlet to fate. Well, here's my 
 challenge.' She flung a glove she carried into 
 the air. As it came down she tried to catch 
 it, but it fell almost into his hand. 
 
 'That is an omen,' he exclaimed. 'And 
 the time ? ' 
 
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 114 UTLA W AND LA WMAKER 
 
 ' I challenge fate to bring my Prince along 
 within the year — a year from this day — ^what 
 is the date ? ' 
 
 ' The twenty-ninth of March ! ' 
 
 ' The twenty-ninth of next March then. 
 It shall be yes or no, once and for all.'
 
 "5 
 
 CHAPTER VI 
 
 THE COMING OF THE PRINCE 
 
 Elsie seemed a little depressed for a week 
 after Frank Hallett's visit. She felt that she 
 had committed herself. To be sure, she con- 
 soled herself with the reflection that she had 
 the fullest right to throw him over if her 
 Prince came. But suppose that no Prince 
 came, and that she had reached no further 
 pitch of romantic ardour than she had at 
 present attained ? 
 
 ' I liked him better six months ago,' she 
 said to herself 'I was almost in love with 
 him. I think I was quite in love with him 
 one day when he seemed to like Ina better 
 
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 1 16 O UTLA IV AND LA WMAKER 
 
 than he liked me. How horribly selfish, and 
 mean, and small to be jealous ! And jealous 
 of one's own sister ! ' 
 
 Lady Horace was a little depressed too, if 
 indeed anyone so equable could be depressed. 
 Elsie accounted for it by the fact that Lord 
 Horace had been aCTcrravatincr. Lord Horace 
 had occasionally fits of spleen and regret that 
 he had ever left England — fits which were 
 generally brought about by a perusal of his 
 bank-book, and which usually ended in a 
 grumble over dinner, and a reactionary burst 
 of efiiision to his wife. 
 
 He was away just now, helping Frank 
 Hallett in his electioneering business, and the 
 sisters were alone. They were sitting out in 
 the verandah together one evening. Ina was 
 in a squatter's chair, and Elsie sat on the edge 
 of the verandah, and leaned her head against 
 Ina's knees.
 
 THE COMING OF THE PRINCE 117 
 
 ' Ina,' she said suddenly, ' I wish I wasn't 
 such a wretxih/ 
 
 ' What makes you say that, El ? ' 
 
 ' I don't know. Frank Hallett, I suppose. 
 It's perfectly horrid of nae to want to keep 
 him dangling in a string. Why don't I marry 
 him straight away ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, why not ? ' 
 
 'I don't know. That's just it. I like him. 
 He is the only man I have ever been able to 
 imagine kissing me without a shudder.' 
 
 ' Elsie ! ' 
 
 'Well, it always comes to that in time. 
 There was a moment when I was almost in 
 love with him.' 
 
 ' Almost ! ' 
 
 'How tragically you say that. There 
 was a moment when it came over me that I 
 had snubbed him too severely, and that he 
 had deserted me for you ; and I believe I
 
 ii8 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 threw myself on the bed and cried out of 
 grief and mortification.* 
 
 * I saw you,' said Ina, ' and I knew from 
 that moment that you cared for Frank Hallett, 
 and that you ought to marry him.' 
 
 ' Did you really see me, Ina ? And you 
 never said a word. That was awfully like 
 you. You'd never let me suspect that you 
 knew how abominably petty I had been. It 
 was all vanity.' 
 
 ' No, no, Elsie, don't say that.' 
 
 ' It's true. I've been Hke that all my life, 
 and I'm ashamed of it. I hate myself some- 
 times. I can't bear a man who has admired 
 me to take up with anyone else — even my 
 own sister. I'm a mean creature.' 
 
 ' You know you are not. I've seen you 
 take the greatest pains to dress up girls in 
 your own finery, so that they might have as 
 good a chance of getting partners as you. You
 
 THE COMING OF THE PRINCE 119 
 
 have dressed me up in the same way. You 
 have exulted in my little conquests. You 
 know you have, Elsie. And if you were 
 jealous for a moment it was because you cared. 
 Do you think I'm not certain of that ? ' 
 
 'Ina, you are trembling. What's the 
 matter ? ' 
 
 ' I can't bear to hear you cry yourself 
 down.' 
 
 ' I shouldn't have been so horrid, Ina, if 
 you had cared. It's a mercy you didn't, for 
 I might have had a little trouble in getting 
 up to such a height of heroic abnegation. 
 Frank Hallett wouldn't suit you, Ina. He is 
 too solid and steady, and for two angels to 
 marry is a waste of regenerating material. 
 No, Ina dear, you are clearly intended for a 
 sinner.' 
 
 The girls laughed, both a little sadly. 
 Elsie went on, ' Do you know, Ina, I think it's
 
 I20 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 a pity we weren't taught to earn our own 
 living. I think it's a pity in a kind of way 
 that we are pretty. If we had been ugly 
 there wouldn't have been so much bother 
 about this marrying business. As it is there's 
 been nothing else for us to do. You are 
 married, and it is all right, or at any rate I 
 hope it is all right for you, but here I am, 
 twenty-two, poor — and in three or four years' 
 time I shall be losing my good looks and 
 there'll be nothing for me to fall back upon. 
 Now if we had been governesses, or even plain 
 needlewomen, there would not have been any 
 necessity for falling in love.' 
 
 'Elsie!' 
 
 ' Oh yes ! it is a very disagreeable necessity. 
 The only thing more disagreeable would be 
 to marry without it. It is so difficult to fall 
 in love. I have been trying for all these years, 
 and I haven't succeeded yet.'
 
 THE COMING OF THE PRINCE 121 
 
 ' Not even with Frank Hallett ? ' 
 
 ' Not even with Frank Hallett, and yet he 
 has everything for one to fall in love with — 
 good looks, though I don't care for those in a 
 man, nice manners, brains — of a sort — money 
 — you couldn't wish for anything more satis- 
 factory. And I think I could be happy with 
 him.' 
 
 ' Elsie,' said Ina, with an inflexion almost 
 of passion in her voice, ' don't be a spoiled 
 child ; caring only for a thing when you can't 
 get it — not valuing what is yours. Don't let 
 it all have been of no use : his love for you ; 
 my — my prayers for your happiness with 
 him.' 
 
 ' You are right, I have been a spoilt child. 
 Mammie has spoiled me, you have spoiled me, 
 though I'm older than you, my poor Ina ; and 
 it is I who ought to have spoiled you. It's 
 that which makes me the heartless, freakish
 
 122 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 thing that I am. And yet — and yet there's 
 always the feeling that the Prince might come.' 
 
 ' The Prince ? Do you mean the Prince 
 that is coming this winter? And what use 
 will that be to you ? You don't think you 
 can marry him ? ' Ina alluded to the visit of 
 a certain sprig of royalty, which was expected 
 to take place that year. ' You don't think 
 you are like Beatrix Esmond, do you ? ' 
 
 ' Yes, I do think I am very like Beatrix 
 Esmond. As for my Prince — well, I should 
 be pleased if he wore a periwig and Court 
 ruffles and carried a sword hke Colonel Henry 
 Esmond ; but that is out of the question, I 
 suppose, in this nineteenth-century Australia, 
 and there are not many Colonel Esmonds in 
 history — or out of it.' 
 
 ' I think Frank Hallett would do quite as 
 fine things as Colonel Henry Esmond.' 
 
 'Perhaps. But do you know, between
 
 THE COMING OF THE PRINCE 17.2, 
 
 ourselves, I always thought Colonel Esmond 
 was ever such a little bit of a prig. Ina, I 
 have told Frank Hallett that if the Prince 
 does not come along within a year's time I 
 will marry him.' 
 
 ' And you are going to flirt with everybody 
 that comes along, with the idea that he may 
 turn out to be your Prince ? ' 
 
 ' I think I should know my Prmce without 
 trying experiments. As for flirting, I suppose 
 a poor girl may be allowed to make the most 
 of the last opportunity she will ever have. I 
 shan't be able to flirt after I am married, you 
 know.' 
 
 ' I think you would flirt in your grave. 
 You were flirting the other night with that 
 horrid Mr. Trant.' 
 
 ' I am not sure that he is horrid. I think 
 that under some circumstances he might be 
 rather interesting.'
 
 124 OUTLAW AISD LAWMAKER 
 
 ' At any rate lie is horrid for having 
 sneaked so about the election.' 
 
 ' They say all is fair in love and war. The 
 two must be hard at it now. I wonder that 
 Frank Hallett hasn't written.' 
 
 ' I wonder that Horace hasn't written,' 
 said Ina uneasily. ' I don't see how you can 
 expect Mr. Hallett to write when you never 
 answered his letter.' 
 
 ' Look here,' said Elsie, ' I don't think 
 Horace is quite fit to be trusted by himself. 
 He'll go flirting with the barmaids — you know 
 Horace is a horrid flirt.' 
 
 ' Let us go over to Goondi to see about 
 getting some things,' said Lady Horace, ' but I 
 don't think that would be a good time. We 
 must have a new colonial oven before the 
 Waveryngs come. Oh ! Elsie, what shall I do 
 with them ? ' 
 
 Lady Horace took life placidly as a rule.
 
 THE COMING OF THE PRINCE 125 
 
 but she was just now seriously discomposed 
 by the news which had arrived by the last 
 mail, that Lord and Lady Waveryng were 
 about to make the tour of the world, and 
 proposed to include the Australian Colonies 
 in their programme. 
 
 Elsie laughed. ' Never mind. Take them 
 camping out. Let Horace look after them.' 
 
 ' If only the new house were built.' 
 
 ' Well, I expect youll find that Horace 
 has anticipated Lord Waveryng's remittance, 
 in shouting champagne to the diggers, and 
 there'll be nothing left to pay for the imported 
 bull, let alone the new house. You'd better 
 make up your mind to go to Goondi.' 
 
 It was nearly a fortnight after Mr. Slaney's 
 death and the sticking up of the coach by 
 Moonlight. The excitement over Moonlight's 
 escapade had paled before that of the election. 
 The police had patrolled the district, and had
 
 126 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 explored as far as they were able the fastnesses 
 of the Upper Luya. But the Upper Liiya was 
 not easily explored. Every trace of Moonlight 
 seemed to have disappeared, and the police 
 returned to head-quarters to await the next 
 full moon and be on the look out for another 
 outrage. 
 
 The Tunimbah festivities had been post- 
 poned in view of the election. They had now 
 been fixed for a date after the polhng day, 
 and would, it was supposed, inaugurate the 
 entrance of Frank Hallett into public life. In 
 the meantime young Hallett, accompanied by 
 his supporters, harangued the district and 
 started a reputation for making telling 
 speeches. Lord Horace also made speeches 
 of a somewhat humorous description, and 
 exposed his friend to the risk of being 
 unseated on a charge of bribery, from the 
 lavish manner in which he regaled the electors
 
 THE COMING OF THE PRINCE 127 
 
 and distributed champagne. If, however, 
 Hallett and his friends were energetic, Blake 
 of Barohn and his partner, Dominic Trant, 
 were more energetic still. Elsie read the ac- 
 counts of Mr. Blake's meetings in the papers, 
 and she read his speeches, and contrasted 
 them with those of her lover, not altogether 
 to Frank Hallett's advantage. She began to 
 think that it was perhaps as well she had not 
 been brought into personal relations with the 
 opposing candidate, since she might have 
 found it more difficult to canvass with 
 enthusiasm for Hallett among the Luya 
 selectors. And yet she longed to see Blake. 
 Everything she read about him appealed to 
 her imaoination. He was almost a stranger 
 on the Luya, but this was perhaps better for 
 him, since he had come daringly into the 
 country, bold, picturesque, as it seemed irre- 
 sistible ; and had taken it by storm. It \^as
 
 128 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 said that he would run Frank Hallett hard, 
 though no one among the squatters doubted 
 that Frank Hallett would win. Blake appealed 
 to the masses. He had the Irish gift of 
 eloquence. He had that terrible Irish passion, 
 and he had the pluck of the typical Irishman 
 and a certain dash of poetry and pathos and 
 romance that is typical also of Ireland. 
 There was about him, too, a dash of mystery. 
 No one knew quite what he did, where he 
 came from, and where he got the money which 
 he scattered so freely. The women adored 
 him, and women have a powerful voice at 
 election times. He was something of the 
 preux chevalier, though he represented the 
 Eadical interest. All this Elsie gleaned from 
 the glowing descriptions in the ' Goondi 
 Chronicle,' which was on his side, and the 
 sneering remarks of the ' Luya Times,' which 
 was on theirs. It was very easy to read
 
 THE COMING OF THE PRINCE 129 
 
 between the lines. Frank Hallett was safe, 
 steady, eminently estimable, but he was not 
 picturesque. The other was picturesque, and 
 that was enough to make Elsie wildly anxious 
 to see him. But probably he was not safe, 
 steady, nor eminently estimable. She had her 
 wish on that very day when she had suggested 
 to Ina that they should go to Goondi. She 
 had gone down to the Crossing — her own 
 favourite Crossing — the place where she had 
 met Hallett. Perhaps she had a lingering 
 fancy that Hallett might ride that way and 
 she would hear some news — somethincr to 
 enliven the deadly dulness of the life at the 
 Humpey. Elsie was getting very tired of life 
 at the Humpey, and was beginning to sigh for 
 her Leicliardt's Town parties, and the bank 
 clerks and young gentlemen in the Govern- 
 ment offices, who out of the Parliamentary 
 season made up the roll of her admirers. She 
 
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 had taken her book with her, for, unlike Ina, 
 Elsie was fond of reading. It was a book 
 which Hallett had brought her — a book she 
 had often heard of and had never yet read. 
 The book was a translation — Goethe's 'Elective 
 Affinities.' 
 
 There was a nook of the creek, set back 
 from Lord Horace's bridge, and out of sight 
 of any passer-by who might cross the bridge. 
 A gnarled ti-tree jutted into the stream — a 
 little tree peninsula. It had great twisted 
 roots covered with ferns, with pale tufts of 
 the scentless mauve violet. The branches of 
 the ti-tree bent down and dipped their red 
 bottle-brush blossoms into the stream, which 
 just here was dark and rather deep, and 
 swirled in tiny eddies round the twigs and 
 bowed roots. There was just room for one 
 person to sit on the islet. The back of the 
 tree and the twisted roots made a famous
 
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 arm-chair. A log spanned the stream 
 above the islet, and was used by foot pas- 
 sengers. Elsie had crossed upon it. Lower 
 down, the creek ran shallower over a bed of 
 stones and rock crystals, and made a pleasant 
 brawling. There was an intense dreaminess 
 in the air, and there was no other sound but 
 the chirping of grasshoppers, the occasional 
 caw of a cockatoo, or cry of a bird in the 
 scrub close by, and the footsteps of cattle or 
 horses coming down to drink. Elsie was 
 reading the scene in which Edward and 
 Ottilie first discover their love. She put the 
 book down and leaned back against the tree, 
 her cheeks flushed, and a tender smile was 
 upon her lips. She had often read about love, 
 but none that she read of seemed to her so 
 real as this ! Should she ever know such 
 love ? Was it so rare ? Was it possible that in 
 this manner Frank Hallett loved her ? Why, 
 
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 then, was it that she felt no returning throb ? 
 Elsie wondered vaguely with some dim faint 
 realisation of the greatest of life's mysteries. 
 But it was quite true that she had never 
 loved. People had loved her, but she had 
 never taken much account of what they felt 
 and suffered. It occurred to her now that, 
 perhaps, they had suffered a good deal, and 
 that, perhaps, she might have been kinder. 
 
 ' I have never taken life seriously enough,' 
 Elsie said to herself. ' I have never taken 
 love seriously either.' And then she laughed 
 softly, as the thought flashed across her how 
 impossible it would be to take some of those 
 bank clerks from the serious standpoint. 
 Life and love had only been a game to Elsie. 
 And yet in the background of her conscious- 
 ness there had always been a tremendous 
 ideal — so Elsie herself would have phrased it 
 •^ — an image which was sacred, an image of a
 
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 prince. Only a prince. The Prince had not 
 ridden through the enchanted forest where 
 the princess slept. 
 
 There was a sound of horse's feet now, a 
 more definite tramp than that of the stray- 
 animal making for water. A traveller. Could 
 it be Hallett ? Elsie would not move. From 
 where she sat she could not see him as he 
 crossed the bridge ; but she would see him 
 when he mounted the bank, and if it were 
 Hallett, she would give him a ' Coo-ee ' and 
 surprise him. The tramp came nearer. 
 Another odd fancy came into Elsie's mind. 
 She remembered Hallett's rather contemptuous 
 remark when she had described the ideal 
 lover ... 'A Jane Eyre-ish ideal.' The 
 tramp on the hard ground made her think of 
 the metallic clatter of Kochester's horse rising 
 above the murmuring of rills and whisperings 
 of the wintry afternoon. There was no simili-
 
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 tude between this dreamy southern afternoon 
 and the grim frost-bound landscape of the book, 
 but the fancy was in her mind. And there was 
 a dog — another Gytrash — a human-looking 
 shaggy creature with intelligent eyes and a 
 huge masklike head. She could see the dog as it 
 bounded up the bank and turned back to bark. 
 She knew the dog quite well. It was the 
 biof collie that belons^ed to one of the Tunimbah 
 stockmen. Of course the rider was Frank. 
 She coo-eed. The horse was pulled back and 
 turned on the threshold of the bridge. A 
 mettlesome animal. She could hear it snort 
 and quiver. Pioneer was like that. This was 
 Pioneer's colour. She had caught a glimpse 
 of a black hind quarter. Elsie bent forward and 
 coo-eed again ; at the same time she plucked 
 an overhanging bottle-brush blossom of the 
 ti-tree and flung it at the rider. 
 
 The missile did not hit its mark, but she
 
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 was wholly unprepared for the effect of her 
 heedless action. There was a plunge, a kick, 
 a rear forward, and the horse and rider darted 
 past, the creature swerving blindly up the 
 bank, cannoning against a she-oak, and then 
 dashing under the low branch of a white 
 cedar. The rider stooped to save himself, 
 but too late. A projecting boss of the tree 
 caught his shoulder and almost dragged him 
 from his seat. He was a good horseman and a 
 man of nerve, and gripping the bridle checked 
 the horse and dismounted. He stacrcrered a 
 little and put his hand to his shoulder. The 
 coat had been torn, and he was evidently 
 severely bruised. The pain of the blow made 
 him turn for a moment quite white. What 
 struck Elsie in the midst of her consternation 
 was that he never uttered a sound. 
 
 She herself had given a cry of alarm and 
 self-reproach. She had seen as the horse
 
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 rushed past that it was not Pioneer, and that 
 its rider was not Frank Hallett. This was a 
 much more spirited and highly-bred animal. 
 The thing was all quivering now, its nostrils 
 distended, and the whites of the eyes gleaming. 
 The stranger patted it with his left hand — it 
 was the right arm that had been hurt. ' Wo, 
 old man ! Quiet, old boy ! ' he said, and turned 
 and saw Elsie. 
 
 She had left her islet and was standing — 
 an image of dismay. ' Oh, I am so sorry ! I 
 hope you are not hurt.' 
 
 The stranger took off his hat. He raised 
 his right arm to do so, and winced with 
 pain. 
 
 ' Oh, you are hurt. Please let me see. I 
 can't tell you how sorry I am.' He came 
 down to the httle plateau where she stood, 
 leading the horse, which though still restive 
 followed him.
 
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 Elsie saw the torn coat. She went close 
 to him and touched his shoulder. 
 
 ' It's nothing,' said the stranger ; ' only a 
 knock. It doesn't hurt at all — at least nothing 
 to speak of.' 
 
 ' It hurts horribly : I can see that, and it 
 is my fault. I hadn't the faintest notion — I 
 thought you were Frank Hallett.' 
 
 The stranger laughed. ' No, I am cer- 
 tainly not Mr. Frank Hallett ; I am Blake of 
 Barolin.' 
 
 Elsie did not laugh. It seemed to her 
 that she had known from the first moment 
 that this was Blake of Barolin. 
 
 He was picturesque. Oh yes, there was 
 
 no doubt of that. She could imasfine him 
 
 I— 
 
 swaying a crowd. There was something 
 kingly about him. He was tall, and straight, 
 and powerful. He had eyes like the eyes of 
 an eagle, they were so piercing and so stead-
 
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 fast. And there was a Napoleonic suggestion 
 about his firm mouth and chin — a certain 
 combined sweetness and dignity and resolu- 
 tion — a fire and force in the expression of his 
 features and the carriage of his head. Very 
 handsome. But a great deal more than hand- 
 some. 
 
 * I can feel that it is swelling,' she said 
 in deep distress, taking away her hand. ' It 
 ought to be bathed and seen to at once, or 
 you will be horribly bruised. I don't know 
 what to do. Shall I run up to the house and 
 send the black boy for your horse ? You can't 
 lead it like that. It hurts you every time it 
 tugs. Give me the bridle. What's its name ? ' 
 
 ' His name — oh' — he paused and laughed 
 rather oddly though — 'he's called Osman. 
 No, you couldn't hold him. He's a young 
 horse, and there's something up with him to- 
 day. I was ofi'-guard or he wouldn't have
 
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 sliied at you like that. I can't think what 
 startled him.' 
 
 ' It was I. I threw some of these things 
 at him.' She twitched off a ti-flower. ' I threw 
 it at you — at you — at least I threw it ' — she 
 laughed nervously — ' at Mr. Frank Hallett.' 
 
 ' I am sorry, for your sake, that I am not 
 Mr. Frank Hallett.' 
 
 ' You needn't be sorry. Will he stand .^ ' 
 Blake had strapped his horse round a sap- 
 ling. 
 
 * Yes, ril just wait a minute or two, if you 
 don't mind, till the twinge has gone off. Then 
 I'll get on to Barolin.' 
 
 ' Oh, won't you come up to the house and 
 have it seen to? My sister will be pleased.' 
 
 ' Your sister ? ' 
 
 ' Lady Horace Gage. I am Miss Yalliant ; 
 I am staying with her.' 
 
 ' Yes, I heard that.' Mr. Blake made her a
 
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 bow. ' I beg your pardon for having fright- 
 ened you.' 
 
 ' Oh, it isn't — I mean it was all my fault. 
 Please come up to the Humpey ! ' 
 
 ' I don't think I ought to do that. You 
 see, Lord Horace and I have been doing 
 nothing but hurl abuse at each other for the 
 last week or so, and Fm on a canvassing ex- 
 pedition to the Upper Luya.' 
 
 ' Do you think you are going to beat 
 Frank Hallett ? ' asked Elsie. 
 
 ' I hope so. Yes, I think I shall beat him. 
 If I do, I suppose you will hate me ? ' 
 
 ' I don't know why you should say that. 
 Mr. Hallett is not my brother or — or any other 
 relation.' 
 
 ' But you wish him to get in ? ' 
 
 ' Yes — I wish him to get in.' 
 
 ' Because he is a friend, or because you 
 are in sympathy with his politics ? '
 
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 ' Oh, his pohtics ! I don't know anything 
 about poUtics. I don't care in the least 
 whether the squatters get their Land Bill, or 
 whether the agriculturists get things their way. 
 It doesn't matter.' 
 
 ' Don't you think it matters that the 
 squatters monopolise a great deal of land to 
 which they have no right, and of which poor 
 people ought to have a share ? ' 
 
 ' There is plenty of room in Australia,' said 
 Elsie. 
 
 ' Yes, there is plenty of room, and all the 
 more reason for legislators to see that justice 
 is done. I mean to go against your Squatters 
 Land Bill, Miss Yalliant. I mean to fight Mr. 
 Hallett on all his points tooth and nail. I am 
 fighting him now. We are enemies in open 
 field, and you and yours are on his side of the 
 battle.' 
 
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 said Elsie laughing. ' In common charity one 
 may bind up one's enemy's wounds.' 
 
 ' I think my wounds will keep till I get to 
 Bar61in,' he said, laughing too. ' They are 
 not very serious : I will not put your and 
 Lady Horace's loyalty to so severe a test. I 
 am glad you call yourself a sister of mercy, 
 and that you take up so disinterested a posi- 
 tion — perhaps I ought rather to say so 
 womanhke a position.* 
 
 ' Why womanhke ? ' 
 
 ' You confess that it is for the sake of 
 friendship, not from political conviction, that 
 you are on Mr. Hallett's side.' 
 
 Elsie laughed. He went on : ' Well, at any 
 rate, though naturally Mr. Hallett has your 
 best wishes, I may hope that you will not 
 owe me any serious grudge if I am returned.' 
 He looked down at Elsie with a half smile. 
 Where was all her self-confidence gone ?
 
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 To anyone else she would have made a 
 jesting reply into which she would certainly 
 have infused a spice of coquetry. Their eyes 
 met. Hers dropped and she flushed slightly. 
 He thought her wonderingly pretty. 
 
 ' No,' she said weakly. 
 
 'Thank you. I am very glad of that. 
 I'm afraid we shall not have the chance of 
 seeing much of you in the Luya, but if I do 
 get in, we shall meet at the Leichardt's Town 
 balls, perhaps.' 
 
 ' Don't you mean ever to come to the 
 Luya ? Do you always leave everything to 
 Mr. Trant ? ' 
 
 ' Oh no. I do come to the Luya oc- 
 casionally. I have been up here several 
 times.' 
 
 'We haven't heard of you coming.' 
 
 ' No, I suppose you haven't heard of my 
 coming. But then you have such big
 
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 excitements on the Liija that it is not 
 surprising.' 
 
 ' You mean Moonhght ? ' 
 
 ' Ah ! He seems to be an excitement. 
 What do you think of Moonhght, Miss 
 Yalhant ? ' 
 
 ' I admire him. I would give anything to 
 have been in the coach when he stuck it up.' 
 
 ' Shouldn't you have been afraid ? ' 
 
 ' No. Why ? I have no money to be 
 robbed of — not even a watch. And Moon- 
 hght only robs misers and the gold escort. I 
 suppose he thinks he has a right to the spoils 
 of the earth. And,' she added, ' that's your 
 principle, Mr. Blake.' 
 
 ' It's the principle of the oppressed. And 
 so you sympathise with Moonlight ? ' 
 
 ' I should like to see him,' said Elsie 
 dreamily. ' Do you know that I told Mr. 
 Hallett, the day after the robbery, that I
 
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 wished Moonlight would carry me off to his 
 lair ? ' 
 
 ' You wished to be carried to Moonlight's 
 lair ! Well, more unlikely things have 
 happened. I can quite imagine that if Moon- 
 light, as they call him, heard you say that, 
 he might be inchned to act upon your sug- 
 gestion. What did Mr. Hallett say ? ' 
 
 ' I should have to be ransomed, you know 
 — some of the squatters here would try and 
 buy me back.' 
 
 ' I haven't the least doubt of that. The 
 district would rise in search of you, and they 
 would probably be more successful than 
 Captain Macpherson and his men seem to 
 have been. And — well so much the worse 
 for Moonlight. Good-bye, Miss Yalliant.' 
 
 ' You are going ? ' 
 
 ' Yes.' He unbuckled his horse's bridle. 
 ' It will be late before I get to Bar61in, 
 
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 especially if I stop at the cedar-cutters' on the 
 way.' 
 
 ' Ah, we have been beforehand with you. 
 They have promised us their vote.' 
 
 ' So you have been canvassing for Mr. 
 Hallett ? He is very fortunate. I wish I had 
 been the lucky candidate who secured your 
 partisanship.' He raised his hat again. Elsie 
 held out her hand. 
 
 ' Is your shoulder very painful ? ' 
 
 ' A little ; but it is not worth thinking 
 about. I am glad of the accident since it has 
 given me the opportunity of making your 
 acquaintance. I have wished for a long time 
 to meet you.' 
 
 'Why?' 
 
 ' I will tell you some time, when I know 
 you better. It is rather a long story, and it 
 might be disagreeable to you to hear it.'
 
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 * I don't understand.' She looked at him 
 wonderingly. 
 
 'No? Xever mind. It will keep. You 
 are leaving your book behind you.' He 
 picked the volume up and handed it to her, 
 glancing at the title as he did so. 
 
 ' The " Elective Affinities ! " Do you 
 believe in that theory ? ' 
 
 ' No. I can't tell. I have had so little 
 
 experience 
 
 ' I should have thought that you had had 
 a considerable experience.' 
 
 ' You mean ' she stopped and blushed . 
 
 ' Well,' he said, ' I mean that you must 
 have tested some of the laws of human 
 chemistry, and are at least in a position to 
 judge what kind of quahties you yourself are 
 most likely to attract.' 
 
 'Oh no,' she exclaimed with childlike 
 
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 candour which amused him ; ' I can't judge 
 in the least. They are all so unlike.' 
 
 ' They must at any rate have one common 
 quality.' 
 
 ' That of being commonplace/ she said. 
 
 He laughed and slipped the bridle over 
 his left arm. ' Come, Osman. Good-bye, 
 Miss Yalliant.'
 
 149 
 
 CHAPTEE Vn 
 
 *I FOLLOW MY star' 
 
 When Elsie Yalliant set her heart upon 
 doing any particular thing, she usually had 
 her way. She had set her heart upon going 
 to Goondi during the election week, and so 
 she persuaded Lady Horace to take her. 
 They rode to the Bean-tree Crossing, as the 
 Telegraph Station and German Settlement 
 near them was called, and there picked up 
 the coach to Goondi. It was only a one day's 
 expedition, after all. Two coaches passed 
 in the day, one in the morning and one at 
 night. 
 
 Lady Horace was not ver}' hard to per- 
 suade. Perhaps she was more excited about
 
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 the chances of Hallett's return than she chose 
 to show. Perhaps she was a little anxious 
 about her husband, of whom they heard 
 vaguely as 'shouting drinks' to the electors, 
 drivinor four-in-hand about the country, 
 playing practical jokes upon his oppo- 
 nents, certainly flirting with electors' pretty 
 daughters, and otherwise having what he 
 described as ' a good time.' 
 
 Ina was so quiet that no one ever quite 
 knew what she felt or thought ; but Elsie had 
 a shrewd suspicion that she was not perfectly 
 satisfied with her handsome and excitable 
 young husband, and Elsie had heard Lord 
 Horace speak more crossly to Ina than 
 befitted the short time they had been married. 
 To be sure he had apologised very penitently 
 afterwards, and had declared to Elsie that Ina 
 was an angel, which she told him had always 
 been perfectly well known in the family.
 
 */ FOLLOW MY STAR' 151 
 
 Lord Horace had added that perhaps it might 
 be better for him if she were not quite such 
 an angel, as she would keep him in stricter 
 order, and there Elsie had agreed. Anyhow, 
 Ina seemed to think that he needed a little 
 keeping in order now, and so she said that 
 as she wanted to do some shopping, and as 
 Goondi was the nearest place where she could 
 buy a yard of silk or a reel of cotton, she and 
 Elsie would go. 
 
 It was a queer straggling bush town, with 
 a large and floating population, mostly of 
 miners. The claims, with their heaps of stone 
 and scaffolding of machinery, gave it a 
 different appearance from the ordinary town- 
 ship. All day and night the machinery was 
 at work, and all day and all night one could 
 hear the dull thud of the blasting. There 
 was only one street in the township, but it 
 went up- and down-hill for nearly two miles.
 
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 Goondi was all hills and little wooden houses 
 and heaps of stone and mullock, which is the 
 refuse from the crushing. There was only 
 OQe hotel — a big two-storeyed wooden house, 
 with verandah and balcony all round, com- 
 monly known as ' Euffey's. Here the rival 
 candidates were staying. Hallett harangued 
 his mob from the north balcony, and Blake 
 addressed his from the one on the south. 
 Lord Horace was waiting outside the hotel 
 to receive them when the coach drove up. 
 His refined, Greek-featured face looked paler 
 than usual from fatigue and late hours. He 
 was very much excited, and could talk of 
 nothing but the election. He began at once 
 to tell Ina of how he had been making 
 himself agreeable to the wives of the diggers 
 and settlers, and of the bush balls at which 
 he had been assisting ; of how the men had 
 openly derided him for being a Lord, and of
 
 '/ FOLLOW MY STAR' iS3 
 
 how be had entertained and impressed the 
 ladies by his answers to their questions con- 
 cerning aristocratic life in England. ' Lord ! 
 I have crammed them,' he said confidentially ; 
 ' but I think we are doin' it, though it'll be a 
 close shave. Puts me in mind of Waveryng's 
 election. I fetched 'em last night, I can tell 
 you, by describin' all that, and singing 'em 
 tJie war-cry — I composed it myself — a sort of 
 liash of the " Marseillaise," the " Star-spangled 
 Banner," and '' Tommy Dodd." The worst of 
 it is that fellow Trant has got a voice that takes 
 tlie wind out of our sails, and then he appeals 
 to their feelin's. Blest if he didn't give 'em 
 " The Wearing of the Green " last night — 
 struck up when Blake began about the Irish 
 wrongs — he's a Fenian is that fellow Blake, 
 but he is not a bad sort for all that ; and I 
 really felt inclined to blubber, it was so 
 pathetic'
 
 154 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Hallett came towards them. They were 
 in the entrance-hall, and he was coming down 
 the stairs. From the other side of the hotel 
 floated sounds of the mob he had been 
 addressmg. He, too, looked excited, and a 
 little nervous. He went straight to Elsie, 
 just shaking hands with Lady Horace as he 
 passed. 
 
 ' You see I said I would come,' she said. 
 
 ' I'm afraid you've come to see me beaten,' 
 he answered in a low voice. 'I mustn't 
 confess to defeat now, but I feel pretty sure 
 of it.' 
 
 ' But he is a stranger,' said Elsie. ' What 
 has he done ? How has he got over the 
 district ? ' 
 
 ' The man has power,' said Hallett bluntly, 
 ' and I haven't.' 
 
 * Yes, he has power,' said Elsie dreamily ; 
 ' I can see that.'
 
 / FOLLOW MY STAR' 155 
 
 ' You've seen him, then ? ' said Hallett, sur- 
 prised. He had not heard of that meeting by 
 the creek. Elsie had not even told her sister. 
 ' Take care,' he added in a low voice, ' there 
 he is.' Aloud he said, ' I think we had 
 better go up to your sitting-room. Lady 
 Horace. This isn't exactly the place for 
 ladies.' 
 
 A number of men had come in from the 
 outside entrance. They were talking noisily. 
 Trant's voice could be heard above the 
 others. He stopped short at the sight of the 
 ladies, and lifted his hat to Lady Horace, who 
 gave him rather a cool nod. All the men 
 seemed to cluster naturally round the central 
 figure — Blake himself — taller than the others, 
 more erect, and altogether better-bred looking. 
 He, too, raised his hat at the sight of Elsie, but 
 with his left hand. She made a shght move 
 ment in his direction. It was more a gesture
 
 156 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 than a movement, but he interpreted it as she 
 had intended, and came to speak to her. 
 
 ' I hope your arm is all right now,' she 
 said. ' No, I see it isn't. Why do you wear 
 a sling ? ' 
 
 ' The shoulder was dislocated,' he said in 
 an eager confused manner, ' and Abates 
 pulled all the way to Barolin, and made a 
 nasty business out of what would have been 
 nothing if I had kept quiet.' 
 
 'Abates!' she exclaimed. 'You called 
 him Osman.' 
 
 'Abates,' said Hallett, 'is the name of 
 Moonlight's famous horse.' 
 
 ' I suppose I was thinking of that. Some- 
 one has just been speaking of Moonlight,' 
 replied Mr. Blake quietly. But Elsie had 
 fancied when she spoke that his face had 
 changed, and that he had grown paler. Was 
 it the sight of her which had agitated him .^
 
 */ FOLLOW MY STAR' 157 
 
 The girl's heart thrilled with an odd momen- 
 tary sense of triumph. 
 
 ' The excitement of an election is apt to 
 confuse one's faculties,' Blake went on. ' You 
 have come into the thick of the fi^ht. Miss 
 Valliant. But I think on the whole ' — he 
 turned to Hallett — ' that the warfare is con- 
 ducted with as little rancour as could be 
 expected, considering the sort of mob we have 
 to deal with.' 
 
 ' Your mob,' said Hallett laughing. ' Mine 
 is decorous, compared with your wild Irish- 
 men ' 
 
 ' My wild Irishmen ? They are the best- 
 natured and the best-behaved fellows in the 
 world,' Blake insisted good-humouredly. 
 ' They can sing, too, I can tell you.' 
 
 ' Yes — they can sing,' Hallett admitted, 
 ' and they can cheer in their queer shrill sort 
 of way — I can't always make out whether
 
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 they are delighted or disappointed. It some- 
 times sounds to me like a death-wail, and then, 
 by Jove ! I am told it is a shout of triumph.' 
 
 'You'll hear it to-morrow,' Blake said 
 carelessly, ' and then you will know that it 
 isn't a death-wail — and don't you forget it.' 
 
 ' I am very curious about it — I want to 
 hear it,' Elsie said in an abstracted sort of 
 way, as if she were talking to herself 
 
 ' I don't,' Hallett declared with a laugh. 
 ' Well, Blake, we shall know it all to-morrow. 
 " God show the right," as the old proclama- 
 tions of battle used to say.' 
 
 ' " God show the right," ' repeated Blake 
 abstractedly. ' That's what they say in 
 Ireland. Come what will, Hallett,' said 
 Blake, ' you are a good fellow, and a gallant 
 opponent.' Then the little group dispersed. 
 
 Sounds echoed all through the wooden 
 buildin^, and ' Euffey's ' was by no means a
 
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 peaceful haven on this election eve. From 
 the bar down below there came noise of 
 revelry, hoarse callings for drink, snatches of 
 song, rough laughter, and occasionally an 
 oath. In the balcony, on which Lady 
 Horace's sitting-room opened, all this could 
 be distinctly heard. It was an odd place for a 
 young lady to choose, but for the greater part 
 of the evening Elsie Valliant sat there and 
 listened to the din and watched the street 
 below. There was a moon getting near its 
 full, and the long straggling roadway, with its 
 wooden houses — its odd-looking groups of 
 passers-by : rough bushmen, diggers, China- 
 men, blacks — presented a rather amusing 
 spectacle. But Elsie did not seem so deeply 
 interested in the street scene as in a low mono- 
 tonous hubbub, with one voice distinguishable 
 through the babel, which came to her from 
 the other side of the building, and which she
 
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 guessed to be tliat of Blake holding a meeting. 
 There were interruptions every now and then. 
 Sometimes his voice rose so clearly that she 
 could almost make out the words. Some- 
 times another voice interposed ; sometimes 
 there were hoots from below ; sometimes 
 cheers ; but through it all the one voice 
 declaimed with a force and passion that Elsie 
 felt to be real oratory. She would have given 
 the world to hear what he was saying. She 
 did, indeed, crane her head over the balcony, 
 but after a minute drew it back, afraid lest in 
 the moonhght someone should see and recog- 
 nise her. By-and-by it ended. The street 
 became quieter, but the noise in the hotel 
 increased. Halle tt came up and joined her in 
 the balcony. 
 
 ' Have you been li-tening to Mr. Blake ? ' 
 she asked. 
 
 ' No,' he replied ; ' I have been orating on
 
 */ FOLLOW MY STAR' i6i 
 
 my own account. Why do you stay out here P 
 It isn't lit for you, with all that noise going 
 on in the bar.' 
 
 ' I will go to bed,' she said listlessly. ' I 
 am tired.' 
 
 ' Stay a moment. Come round here ; it is 
 quieter. I told you I'd show you the ghost of 
 your flower the next time we met. Here it is.' 
 
 He opened his pocket-book and showed 
 her the stephanotis spray crushed between its 
 leaves. ' I have worn it,' he said, ' as one 
 of the old knights you are so fond of might 
 have worn his lady's token when he went to 
 battle. It has been with me all through my 
 battle.' 
 
 ' Give it to me,' she said, in a strained sort 
 of voice. He did so. Before he could guess 
 her intention, she had crumpled it into a 
 shapeless lump, and had thrown it mto the 
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 ' Why did you do that ? ' he exclahned, 
 deeply hurt. 
 
 'Because it's worth nothing. It has not 
 brought you luck. It never will bring you 
 any good luck.' 
 
 ' Have you made up your mind, then, that 
 I am to fail ? ' he said in a pained voice. 
 
 ' Yes, I feel it, I know it. He has victory 
 in his face. That man will succeed wherever 
 he goes, and in whatever he chooses to do.' 
 
 ' In whatever he chooses to do ! ' Hallett 
 repeated. ' Don't say that. I cannot bear 
 you to say it.' 
 
 ' Why ? I only say what I feel. I never 
 knew any man who gave me that impression 
 in the same way.' 
 
 ' Do you know why I cannot bear you to 
 say it? It is because he may choose to 
 influence you.' 
 
 ' Well ! ' said Elsie with an odd smile.
 
 '/ FOLLOW MY STAR' 163 
 
 ' That might not be an unpleasant sensation. 
 Don't be angry,' she added hurriedly, seeing 
 the look of pain that came into his face. ' I 
 didn't mean to vex you. Nothing in the 
 world is more unlikely to happen.' 
 
 ' As that he should influence you, or that 
 he should choose to do so ? ' 
 
 ' Both, or either — as you please. Good- 
 night, Mr. Hallett. We have had a thirty - 
 mile journey to-day, and Ina has gone to bed.' 
 
 They went in. He gave her a candle, 
 and bade her good-night. 
 
 ' Do you know where your room is ?^ he 
 asked. 
 
 ' Yes ; it is a good way along the passage — 
 horribly far from Tna's. I shall lock my door.' 
 
 ' Don't be frightened if you hear noises. 
 They are not likely to shut up the hotel very 
 early. I think it was a mistake your coming 
 here just at this time.' 
 
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 i64 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' I don't think so at all. I wouldn't miss 
 it for the world. But I should like to know 
 who has the room next to mine. Where are 
 you ? ' 
 
 ' On the ground floor. I am very sorry. 
 I will find out who is next you if you Kke.' 
 He went out. After a minute or two he came 
 back. 
 
 ' Mr. Dominic Trant has the room next 
 yours.' 
 
 ' I don't think I like Mr. Dominic Trant,' 
 said Elsie. ' He has such odd eyes. I think 
 he believes he can mesmerise people. All the 
 time we were standing in the hall downstairs, 
 he was looking at me. Tell me — is he going 
 to Tunimbah ? ' 
 
 ' I suppose so. Edith says it will be the 
 greatest mistake to get up a coolness on 
 account of the election. She has asked Mr. 
 Blake to come too.'
 
 '/ FOLLOW MY STAR' 165 
 
 ' I suppose she is right.' 
 
 ' Yes ; Edith has a good deal of tact in 
 these matters, but it would be odd if he should 
 come as the member for Luya.' 
 
 'Very odd,' said Elsie. She took her 
 candle and left him. He went down the 
 stairs, and she to her room. 
 
 It was, as she had said, a long way down 
 the passage. It was in a wing that had been 
 added to the main building, and there was a 
 bend in the corridor that made it seem more 
 isolated still. She was a little dismayed when 
 she saw. that Mr. Dominic Trant was fumbling 
 in his keyhole. 
 
 ' They've locked my door,' he said. * It's 
 a queer sort of shop, isn't it, Miss Valliant ? ' 
 
 ' Yes,' said Elsie shortly. ' Good-night.' 
 
 'You are next me. These wooden par- 
 titions are confoundedly thin. Don't be 
 frightened if you hear me coming in and
 
 i66 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 going out. Blake and I are going to amuse 
 ourselves.' 
 
 ' I hope you will do so. Would you let 
 me pass, please ? ' 
 
 Trant drew back. ' I intend to make you 
 like me, Miss Yalliant. You don't now, but I 
 intend that you shall. Do you know that I 
 am coming to Tunimbah ? ' 
 
 ' Yes, I know that. Please bring some 
 songs with you.' 
 
 ' Blake is coming, too. He will be the 
 member for Luya, and Mr. Hallett's nose will 
 be out of joint. Look here, Miss Yalliant, I've 
 got something to say to you.' 
 
 ' I don't think I want to hear it now, Mr. 
 Trant.' 
 
 'I shall not be a minute telling you. I 
 know you are a flirt. Everyone says so. 
 You'll be wanting to flirt with Blake. Take 
 my advice, and don't. He is a nasty customer,
 
 ♦/ FOLLOW MY STAR' i6 
 
 is Blake. There is nothing he enjoys so much 
 as compromising a woman. He has got no 
 more heart than this key.' 
 
 ' I don't see what that matters to me, Mr. 
 Trant — or to you.' 
 
 ' It does matter to me. I know Blake's 
 ways. I don't want to see you let in. I think 
 a great deal of you — a great deal more than 
 you know.' 
 
 ' I am very much obliged to you.' She 
 turned the handle of her door, and went into 
 her room, leaving him outside. Then she 
 tried the door after her, but to her dismay 
 she discovered that there was no key, and 
 that the bolt was frail and unreliable. She 
 tried to reason herself out of her terror of 
 Trant. 
 
 ' He has probably been drinking,' she 
 said to herself, ' though he looked cool 
 enough.'
 
 1 68 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 She sat down without undressing. It 
 seemed to her that there were all kinds of 
 disquieting sounds about. The roar of the 
 machinery, which she could not at first under- 
 stand, was uncanny, and so were the occa- 
 sional detonations from the blasting works. 
 By-and-by the noise in the bar subsided a 
 little. The hotel itself was fairly quiet. It 
 was now about midnight. She heard steps 
 along the corridor, and they set her trembhng 
 again. The steps paused at Trant's door. 
 Someone went in. 
 
 Yes, the partitions were horribly thin. 
 She could hear the voice distinctly. It was 
 the voice of Blake, and yet she was con- 
 scious that he was speaking almost in a 
 whisper. 
 
 ' Are you ready ? ' 
 
 Trant murmured something. She could 
 not distinguish the words.
 
 */ FOLLOW MY STAR' 169 
 
 Blake went on, still in the same low 
 clear voice, and with an accent of contempt. 
 'Naturally you don't understand. One must 
 follow one's star.' 
 
 Again a murmur from Trant, of which 
 she only distinguished the words ' eight 
 thousand.' 
 
 A laugh — an odd mocking laugh. ' The 
 member for Luya. Droll ! There's a certain 
 humour in the situation.' And then a 
 sentence in French. {She could not make it 
 out. A sound as of someone moving about 
 and opening and shutting things followed. 
 Presently one went out — both she imagined 
 at first, for there was a complete silence. Elsie 
 could bear it no longer. She must go and find 
 Ina, and ask her to stay with her. She did 
 not know what had frightened her. And why 
 should she be frightened either of Trant or of 
 Blake ? But she was frightened for all that.
 
 I70 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Her nerves were like stretched wires. To 
 remain tJiere till morning seemed an impossi- 
 bility. She took up her candle and opened 
 her door. The passage was all dark. She 
 would go to Lady Horace's room. A window 
 in the passage was open, and a gust blew out 
 the candle. She gave a faint cry. At that 
 moment the door of Trant's room opened and 
 a man came out — a man in riding dress, with 
 a black sort of poncho covering his coat. He 
 drew back as he saw her and heard her ex- 
 clamation. He had no candle, but at that 
 moment the moon came out from under a 
 cloud and shone through the uncurtained 
 window. She saw that it was Blake. 
 
 He came towards her. ' Miss YalHant, 
 I'm afraid I frightened you. I did not know 
 that you were so near.' 
 
 'I am in the next room. I heard 
 you.'
 
 «/ FOLLOW MY STAR' 171 
 
 ' You heard me ! ' His eyes were full upon 
 her. How bright they looked. They had 
 an odd intent expression. There was some- 
 thing wild in their gaze. ' Then you must 
 have preternaturally keen ears, for I spoke 
 in a whisper.' 
 
 ' I heard you say that one must follow 
 one's star. What is your star ? Where is it 
 taking you ? ' 
 
 He continued looking at her in that 
 strange rapt manner. 
 
 ' Where it has always led me — to danger 
 and to misfortune.' 
 
 ' To misfortune ! ' she repeated. ' Oh no, 
 no. Why do you say that ? ' 
 
 ' Because fate has been against me, and 
 because I'm in a reckless mood to-night. 
 Does the full moon affect you, Miss Yalliant ? 
 Does it make you feel that you could do any 
 sort of dare-devil thing ? I've got the music
 
 172 UTLA W AND LA WMAKER 
 
 of Berlioz' "Faust" in my head. Do you 
 
 know it ? 
 
 ' No. How should I know it ? ' 
 
 * True. They haven't performed it in 
 
 Australia, I fancy. Well, if you ever hear it, 
 
 note the description of Faust's wild ride with 
 
 Mephistopheles. I think Mephistopheles is 
 
 always abroad when the moon is at the full. 
 
 That's how I feel.' 
 
 ' You are not going to ride to-night ? ' 
 ' Yes. I am going for a gallop. That's 
 
 my way of working off my excitement.' 
 
 ' You don't seem as if you were excited. 
 
 You are quite pale and cold and resolute. 
 
 It is only your eyes that have a wild 
 
 look.' 
 
 'They look wild, do they? They ought 
 
 not to look wild when they are fixed on you.' 
 
 They were fixed on her now searchingly. 
 
 ' Go back to bed, Miss Yalliant. Nothing will
 
 '/ FOLLOW MY STAR' 173 
 
 disturb you. You may sleep as soundly and 
 peacefully as a child.' 
 
 ' I am frightened. I was going to find my 
 sister's room,' she said falteringly. ' I don't 
 like being here alone — so far from everyone.' 
 
 ' You should not be frightened. No one 
 will hurt you. What frightens you?' he 
 said. 
 
 ' I don't know. It's very stupid, I suppose. 
 Things seem odd and eerie — it's so odd my 
 standing here talking to you at this hour.' 
 
 ' There's nothing so odd in that. Go back 
 to bed. Don't wake up your sister. I'm 
 sorry that I told you about my wild mood. 
 The truth is that I come of a hot-headed race. 
 I love adventure, violent exercise, all sorts 
 of things that stir one's blood, and make life 
 worth living. I love sohtude, and for weeks 
 I have been living in a crowd and putting a 
 curb on myself '
 
 174 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' But there is Mr. Trant. You will not be 
 alone.' 
 
 ' Oh, Trant understands me, and lets me 
 have my Hing. To-morrow I shall be as meek 
 as a lamb, and you won't recognise the spurred 
 and booted desperado of to-night.' He laughed 
 as he spoke, and made a movement with his 
 arms which caused his cloak to fall back. In 
 the moonhght Elsie saw the gleam of something 
 at his waist, and realised that it was the shining 
 handle of a pistol. 
 
 ' You look Hke a desperado. Why do you 
 carry that pistol ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, that — I had forgotten. Moonlight 
 may be about, you know. It is as well to be 
 armed when one scours the country at fuU 
 moon.' 
 
 A clock struck twelve. He held out his 
 hand. 'Do as I teU you. Sleep weU, and 
 look upon this midnight meeting as a dream.'
 
 '/ FOLLOW MY STAR' 175 
 
 His touch gave her a curious sensation. 
 ' Your hand is quite cold,' she said. ' What is 
 the matter ? ' 
 
 ' Nothing is the matter.' 
 
 'It is as cold as death,' she repeated. 
 
 ' Death — what do you know of death ? 
 Go to bed ; go back and sleep. Dream happy 
 dreams. Good-night.' 
 
 He opened her door for her, and waited 
 till she had gone through and had closed it 
 behind her. She heard his steps going softly 
 down the corridor. Then she shot the bolt 
 and quietly undressed. It was very strange, 
 but she had no thought of disobeying him, no 
 thought now of going to Lady Horace. She 
 felt soothed and satisfied, and yet through all 
 there was a certain thrill of excitement. His 
 eyes with their bright intent look seemed to 
 be gazing at her in the darkness. There was 
 something corapeUing in the look. It haunted
 
 176 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 her and gave her a strange dreamy feeling. 
 She did not sleep for a long time. She 
 pictured him scouring the plains on his black 
 horse Osman, and working off the fever of his 
 blood, the hilt of his pistol gleaming as his 
 cloak flew back in the wind. In her fancy he 
 seemed like some mediaeval knight. What a 
 contrast to the dull prosaic bushmen round 
 her, with their eternal talk about cattle and 
 horses, their petty interests and low aims. 
 This man spoke of his star. How strange 
 that he should have used that phrase. She 
 thought of her talk with Hallett, and of how 
 she had said that the man she loved must 
 have a purpose and a destiny, and a star.
 
 177 
 
 CHAPTEE VIII 
 
 THE MEMBER FOR LUYA 
 
 It was early morning before Elsie fell 
 asleep. She slept late. Ina knocked at h^r 
 door, and found it bolted and went away 
 again. Later, when Elsie was dressed and 
 went into the sitting-room, she found the 
 whole party assembled there. Lord Horace 
 was talking excitedly. ' Eight thousand 
 pounds' worth of gold. By Jove ! it's a haul ! ' 
 he was saying. 
 
 Eight thousand pounds ! The words 
 brought a thrill to Elsie. ' What are you 
 talking about?' she exclaimed. ' What does 
 it mean ? ' 
 
 'It means the most daring robbery that 
 
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 178 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ever was committed. The gold escort robbed 
 eio-ht miles from Goondi at three o'clock this 
 
 o 
 
 morning — six armed policemen to five bush- 
 rangers,' said Hallett. 
 
 ' And the devil, as they say, in the shape 
 of a black horse,' put in Lord Horace. ' I 
 should like to have the chance of a shot at 
 Abatos. What fools they were not to aim at 
 the horse. 'Pon my soul, it's the most extra- 
 ordinary thing. Etheridge, the sergeant, 
 swears the men are all in armour.' 
 
 ' Copying the Kellys,' said Lady Horace. 
 
 'Copying the mediaeval duffers rather. 
 It's a better sort of armour than the Kellys. 
 That must be chain armour of the best 
 manufacture, or they couldn't ride the dis- 
 tances in the time and do the things they do 
 — unless Moonlight has the power of disap- 
 pearing into the bowels of the earth whenever 
 he sees fit. It beats me, and I can't help
 
 THE MEMBER FOR LUYA 179 
 
 having a sneaking regard for such a plucky 
 fellow. I hope Macpherson won't nab him.' 
 Lord Horace went on walking fiercely up and 
 down the inn parlour. 
 
 Elsie sat silent. She, too, was intensely 
 excited. 
 
 ' The worst of it is that no one cares two 
 straws about the polling to-day,' said Hallett. 
 ' All Goondi is mad over the robbery. I 
 am afraid it will affect the votes.' 
 
 ' No, it won't,' said Lord Horace. ' I shall 
 drag the voters in — your voters, at least.' 
 
 Elsie ate her breakfast listlessly. Hallett 
 looked at her with anxious eyes. 
 
 'You look as if you hadn't slept. And 
 you don't seem so tremendously interested in 
 Moonlight as I thought you would be.' 
 
 ' Yes,' she answered, ' I am tremendously 
 interested. Was anybody hurt ? ' 
 
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 i8o OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' Moonliglit has never yet shed blood,' said 
 Hallett ; ' and as for the bushrangers, Ether- 
 idge says that the bullets glanced by them. 
 He let the poHce fire. They weren't prepared, 
 and before they had time to reload, Moonlight 
 and his men had closed in on them, and the 
 whole thing was up. They were found 
 gagged and tied to gum trees by a selector 
 who started early this morning to vote. The 
 gold had gone, and there wasn't a trace of the 
 bushrangers to be seen.' 
 
 Outside the hotel the mob had become 
 uproarious. 
 
 ' It's Blake holding forth. You'll hear 
 " The Wearing of the Green " presently. Come 
 along, Horace. Let us see what they are 
 up to,' said Hallett. He was very pale. 
 Elsie went out with Ina into the balcony. It 
 was the same voice that she had Hstened to 
 the evening before.
 
 THE MEMBER FOR LUYA i8i 
 
 ' Yes — it's Blake haranguing his wild 
 Irishmen,' Hallett said. 
 
 Elsie could hear the voice, but she could 
 not see the man. She could tell by the 
 murmurs of the crowd that it was a large 
 crowd and deeply interested. The sensation 
 was curious and intense. The hush was 
 something almost painful during each sentence 
 of the speaker, and then the wild shriek of 
 applause seemed as if it broke irrepressible 
 out of the very heart of the listeners. 
 
 ' Blake won't let his fellows forget all 
 about the election, even in the excitement 
 about Moonlight and the robbery,' Hallett 
 quietly observed. ' He's a better tactician than 
 we are.' This was the very thought that had 
 been passing through Elsie's somewhat dis- 
 tracted mind. 
 
 She could hardly follow the course of the 
 appeal that Blake was making to his admirers.
 
 i82 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 It was something about the future of Ireland, 
 and the future, too, of Austraha. But she 
 did not want to follow the .political appeal. 
 She was content to hear the voice — melodious, 
 strong, thrilling, sweet — with sudden spon- 
 taneous notes of humour in it, which brought 
 out roars of laughter from the dehghted 
 listeners. 
 
 Hallett*s turn came to address his electors, 
 and Elsie was near, and could follow his 
 words, but they thrilled her to no enthusiasm. 
 She could not understand why Ina was white 
 and cold with anxiety. What did it matter ? 
 What did anything matter? It was the 
 other voice that rang in Elsie's ears. But 
 how could she, in loyalty, hope that Blake 
 might be victorious ? Lady Horace made no 
 attempt to do her shopping that day, and the 
 colonial oven was not bought — on this 
 occasion at any rate. The excitement in
 
 THE MEMBER FOR LUYA 183 
 
 Goondi was far too intense for it to be safe 
 for ladies to venture into the business street ; 
 the mob too dense and turbulent. Interest 
 was divided between the result of the poll 
 and the bushranging outrage. There was 
 almost a suspension of all other business. 
 Police patrolled the street. The township 
 authorities were waiting for Government 
 orders. Court-house and telegraph station 
 were surrounded by a swaying crowd waiting 
 the arrival of ' progress telegrams.' Captain 
 Macpherson, the superintendent of police, 
 had started out with all the available force. 
 Native trackers were got together, and further 
 bands were being summoned from the neigh- 
 bouring township. At evening, however, 
 nothing had been heard of Moonlight. He 
 might, as Lord Horace had said, have dis- 
 appeared into the bowels of the earth, for all 
 the trace he had left
 
 184 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Mr. Blake and his supporters were very 
 much in evidence that day. Elsie saw him 
 in the distance — cool, calm, apparently self- 
 confident. She saw him riding down the 
 street of the township on a horse which was 
 not Osman, but which was, nevertheless, a 
 very splendid animal — a mettlesome chestnut, 
 which apparently he had ridden all through 
 the election, for she heard Hallett and Lord 
 Horace discussing it and extolling the Bar61in 
 breed. She looked at the horse to see if it 
 showed any traces of a wild ride, but it was 
 as fresh, and spirited, and sleek as though it 
 had not left the stable for days. Elsie won- 
 dered whether he had really taken that gallop, 
 and if so whether it had, as he had said, 
 worked off the excitement. He certainly 
 seemed now absolutely collected, but perhaps 
 his composure was a sign of excitement at 
 white heat. She observed that during the
 
 THE MEMBER FOR LUYA 185 
 
 early part of the day Trant was not with his 
 partner, and that when he did show himself 
 he seemed by far the most wearied and dis- 
 composed of the two. 
 
 Elsie watched the fortunes of the day from 
 her balcony. She saw Hallett go into the 
 Court-house up the street, and then Blake 
 came up to the Court-house door and got 
 off his horse and went in too, accompanied by 
 a few friends, and she assumed that the 
 counting of the votes was going on. She 
 went in and out uneasily from and back to 
 the balcony. Some hours after she saw a 
 rush made towards the Court-house by an 
 excited crowd. Presently she heard a wild 
 outcry — at first she hardly knew whether of 
 grief or joy — and then broke out the song of 
 ' God save Ireland,' mingled with hurrahs for 
 Blake, and a crowd rushed up waving banners 
 and sticks, some with green ribbons tied to
 
 i86 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 them, and she knew that the victory was 
 won. The crowd halted under the hotel 
 outside, and Elsie assumed that Blake was 
 there, and that he would have to make 
 another speech. So he did. His voice rang 
 out with all the proud vigour of victory ; 
 and she heard him tell of the regeneration 
 of Ireland, and the magnificent destiny of 
 Australia. 
 
 Lord Horace had worked manfully. It 
 certainly was not his fault that Frank Hallett 
 was not elected. But when the poll was 
 declared, just before the crowd' returned to 
 the hotel, it was known that Blake had come 
 in the victor by a majority of twenty votes. 
 
 Again Elsie and Blake met in the corridor. 
 She was coming from her room ; he was going 
 towards his. She went straight to him, and 
 held out her hand. 
 
 ' I congratulate you,' she said simply.
 
 THE MEMBER FOR LUYA 1S7 
 
 ' Thank you,' he answered, and held her 
 hand for several moments before she withdrew 
 it. 
 
 ' But,' she added, ' I am very sorry for Mr. 
 Hallett.' 
 
 ' He has behaved splendidly,' said Blake. 
 ' He is a fine fellow. We shall not bear each 
 other any animosity. He fights fair, and when 
 the fight is over he shakes hands. We have 
 shaken hands, and have agreed to bury 
 personal differences. Political differences, I 
 am afraid, we shall never bury.' 
 
 ' Tell me,' she said abruptly. ' What did 
 you do last night ? ' 
 
 * It does not matter, ffiss Yalliant, since I 
 did not disturb you again. I took care not to 
 do that.' 
 
 'No, you did not disturb me,' she answered. 
 ' But I did not go to sleep till nearly daybreak, 
 and Mr. Trant must have come in after that.'
 
 i88 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 'Yes, he came in after that.' 
 ' Your horse did not look as though you 
 had ridden very far last night.' 
 
 * I accomplished my purpose,' he said ; ' I 
 worked off my excitement.' 
 
 ' And you did not meet Moonlight ? ' 
 He laughed. ' So Moonlicrht was abroad 
 last night.' 
 
 ' Strange, wasn't it ? ' 
 
 ' Captain Macpherson has not caught him 
 
 yet?' 
 
 * Have you heard ? ' she asked. 
 
 ' He has not caught him yet. I don't 
 think he is likely to catch him.' 
 
 ' Now that you are member for Luya, Mr. 
 Blake,' Elsie went on, ' you will have to do 
 something to preserve the peace of the dis- 
 trict.' 
 
 ' What should you like me to do ? ' he said. 
 ' Ask a question in the House, and twit the
 
 THE MEMBER FOR LUYA 189 
 
 Government with the fact that all tlie police 
 of the district are held at bay by an undis- 
 coverable outlaw ? ' 
 
 ' No ; I don't want you to deprive us of 
 our chief excitement ; not that it will matter 
 much to me, for I am soon going back to 
 Leichardt's Town, and frankly, I am full of 
 sympathy for Moonlight. Do you know that 
 one of the troopers says that he speaks a 
 strange language.' 
 
 Blake laughed. ' I understand that he was 
 heard to give an order to fire in French, and 
 Captain Macpherson has started the theory 
 that he is an escaped convict from New 
 Caledonia.' 
 
 Lady Horace came out of her room just 
 then, and advanced to her sister and Blake. 
 Her eyes had a frightened look. ' Elsie,' she 
 said, 'I should like to know Mr. Blake.' She 
 held out her hand with her charming smile.
 
 190 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' I cannot say that I am glad you have got in, 
 but I am glad, at any rate, that the fight is 
 over.' 
 
 ' And the hatchet is buried, Lady Horace,' 
 said Blake, acknowledging her salutation with 
 a very courtly bow. ' I suppose you know 
 that the rival candidates and their supporters 
 dine together to-night, and that we shall all 
 make pretty speeches about each other and 
 be good friends henceforth.' 
 
 They said a few more words, and then 
 Blake left them. The two sisters went back 
 to the sitting-room. ' Elsie,' Ina said on the 
 way thither, * don't begin to flirt with that man.' 
 
 ' Why not, dear ? ' asked Elsie. 
 
 ' Because he will make you do what he 
 likes,' said Ina ; '1 see it in his eyes.' The 
 light of a gas jet fell on her agitated face and 
 blurred lashes. 
 
 'Ina, you have been crying,' exclaimed
 
 THE MEMBER FOR LUYA 191 
 
 Elsie. ' What is the matter ? Has Horace 
 been doing anything to vex you ? ' 
 
 ' No — I ' Ina stammered. ' I am very 
 
 happy, Elsie, I'm only sorry for Mr. Hallett ; 
 and you don't care. You are wishing joy to 
 the man who has supplanted him. You have 
 nothing kind to say to Frank, who loves you. 
 He is in there waiting, and hoping to see you. 
 Oh, go to him, Elsie, and say that you are 
 sorry.' 
 
 Ina pushed Elsie in and ran back to her 
 room. 
 
 Frank Hallett was there alone. He was 
 standing by the mantelpiece, and looked 
 grim and sad. It struck her for the first time 
 almost that he, too, looked a man of power. 
 He lifted his head as she entered and smiled. 
 
 ' You see you were right. I am beaten — 
 but only for the Luya. I shall have another 
 chance directly.'
 
 192 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' What do you mean ? Oh, Frank, I am 
 sorry.' 
 
 ' Thank you, Elsie.' He took her hand in 
 his and held it. ' Thank you, dear. That 
 makes up for other things. It is an odd 
 chance, isn't it, that on the very day of my 
 being beaten for the liuya, the Wallaroo 
 vacancy should be declared ? ' 
 
 ' Wallaroo ! I hadn't heard.' 
 
 ' Lady Horace knew — it is all over the 
 place. Fletcher has resigned.' 
 
 ' Yes, yes, I remember, but I did not 
 connect the two things,' Elsie stammered. 
 ' There has been so much to think of — Moon- 
 light and this. You will get in there.' 
 
 ' And I have another electioneering cam- 
 paign before me. It will not be a long one, 
 however, and I don't start till after the 
 Tunimbah festivities.' 
 
 ' You see,' he added with a rather bitter
 
 THE MEMBER FOR LUYA 193 
 
 little laugh, ' it is as we thouglit. The trophies of 
 victory have been turned into the symbols of 
 defeat. We shall be celebrating the triuinpli 
 of my opponent. Blake's first appearance 
 among us will be as the member for Luya.' 
 
 ' Oh ! Frank ' 
 
 ' Are you sorry, Elsie ? Be truthful.' 
 ' Sorry — for your defeat ? Of course I am 
 sorry.' 
 
 ' But for his victory. Are you sorry for 
 that ? ' 
 
 ' I don't think you have any right to 
 question me in this way,' she said proudly. 
 
 ' No, no, I have no right. But I watched 
 your face this morning, and I watched it last 
 evening, when you were listening to him speak- 
 ing. I saw that you were straining to catch 
 the words. And somehow, Elsie, you don't 
 seem like yourself to-day. You look as 
 though your thoughts were far from Goondi, 
 
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 194 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 and from the election, and from everything 
 that concerns us here.' 
 
 'No, Frank, but I am tired. I — I ' 
 
 There was almost a sob in her voice. ' You 
 are quite right. I am not myself. I don't 
 know what is the matter with me. I did not 
 sleep very well last night.' 
 
 ' You did not sleep ! Did anyone — were 
 you frightened at the noises in the hotel ? ' 
 
 ' No.' She hesitated. 
 
 ' But there were noises,' he said. ' I 
 heard the trampling of horse's feet in the 
 yard. I wondered who could have come so 
 late.' 
 
 ' It was nothing,' she said hurriedly. ' No, 
 I was not disturbed. Don't think anything 
 more about my looks, Frank, or about things. 
 It doesn't matter, after all, since you are sure 
 to be member for Wallaroo.' 
 
 At that moment Lord Horace's voice
 
 THE MEMBER FOR LUYA 195 
 
 sounded in the passage. He ushered in the 
 victorious Blake, pausing as he did so to give 
 some directions to the waiter. ' Heidsieck — 
 spurious, of course, Blake, but not half bad. 
 Hallett, old boy, swallow down animosities ; 
 drown 'em in the flowing bowl, and Elsie 
 and Ina must join in. The fight was a fair 
 one, and we're beaten. There's Wallaroo 
 ahead, a dead certainty if ever there was 
 one.' 
 
 Hallett came forward, and held out his 
 hand to his rival. ' You are right, Horace, 
 and I congratulate you, Mr. Blake.' 
 
 Elsie admired him at the moment very 
 much, but she admired Blake still more, as, 
 with winning courtesy, he responded to Hallett's 
 congratulations. 
 
 ' If there had been twenty fewer Irishmen 
 in Goondi, you, not I, would have been 
 member for Luya,' he said. ' But, as Lord 
 
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 196 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Horace says, there's Wallaroo ahead, and we 
 shall light in the Legislative Assembly yet, 
 Mr. Hallett, in as friendly a fashion, I hope, 
 as we have fought here.'
 
 [97 
 
 CHAPTEK IX 
 
 A BUSH HOUSE PARTY 
 
 TuNiMBAH was considered one of the most 
 beautiful stations on the Luya. It was almost 
 in the shadow of Mount Luya and of the twin 
 peaks of the Burrum. Barolin Gorge — a 
 misty cleft — stretched up between the two 
 into the dividing range, and seemed to Elsie's 
 imagination the passage to a realm of mystery. 
 ]\Ii's. Jem Hallett had the reputation of 
 being a most accomplished hostess. She was 
 always called Mrs. Jem, because the elder 
 Mrs. Hallett, mother of the two brothers, was 
 still alive, and occupied a pretty cottage about 
 a stone's throw from the big house. But the 
 old lady was an invalid, and took no part in
 
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 the domestic management of the station, 
 leaving everything to her clever daughter-in- 
 law. Mrs. Jem was very handsome — a little 
 self-conscious, but that was hardly surprising. 
 She had big black eyes, and, unlike most 
 Australians, a rich colour. She was tall also, 
 and elegant, and always dressed with great 
 care and taste. 
 
 Nothing more unhke the Humpey could 
 be imagined. Tunimbah head-station was an 
 imposing stone house with deep verandahs 
 trellised with creepers, a beautifully kept 
 garden, a gravelled courtyard, and beds 
 planted with flowering shrubs and pome- 
 granate trees and camellias. It had out- 
 buildings after the newest and most improved 
 pattern, stables, a retinue of smartly got up 
 black-boys and grooms, trim fences and white 
 gates, and last, but greatest of all, a Chinese 
 cook. The head-station stood on a small
 
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 hill, and tlie garden sloped down to a lagoon, 
 as is the case in many Australian homesteads. 
 Beyond the lagoon was the racecourse, and 
 on this particular occasion — the tenth anni- 
 versary of Mr. and Mrs. Jem's wedding-day — 
 there were to be given some bush races — a 
 sort of friendly competition among the horse- 
 owners of the district — which was rather 
 noted for its races — and the horses they in- 
 tended to run at the forthcoming Leichardt's 
 Town Eaces. 
 
 Mrs. Jem received her principal guests on 
 the verandah facing the courtyard, and herself 
 conducted them to the drawing-room. It was 
 her great aim to be considered English, and 
 she always made a great deal of Lord Horace, 
 who was at his best on these occasions, and 
 imported something of the British country- 
 house element into these bush gatherings. 
 She had been accustomed to rather patronise
 
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 the Valliant girls in the days before Ina's 
 marriage, and it had been at her house that 
 Lord Horace first met Ina. She, therefore, 
 took credit to herself for the match. 
 
 ' I am so glad you came, dear. Thank 
 you both, love, for your good wishes. Wasn't 
 it a happy idea putting the races on to our 
 Aved ding-day ? Of course we couldn't possibly 
 have had them at the election time. Oh, 
 such a pity, isn't it, about Frank ? We had 
 made so sure. But he is quite certain to get 
 in for Wallaroo, and we must just make the 
 best of ]\ir. Blake, who is quite charming. 
 Such a pity he is on the wrong side, but Jem 
 says, Elsie, that you must convert him.' 
 
 Mrs. Jem had quite a number of people 
 already assembled when the Gages and Miss 
 Valliant arrived. Jem Hallett was a hand- 
 some, rather heavy squatter, excessively good- 
 natured, but not as clever and enterprising as
 
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 his brother. He was far too lazy to go into 
 politics, and contented himself with having the 
 best breed of cattle on the Liiya. 
 
 Mrs. Jem interrupted her husband's heavy 
 jokes, and sent him off to look after the 
 gentlemen and bring them in to tea. Her 
 drawing-room looked extremely English, with 
 its daintily laid tea-table, and pretty silver 
 things, and with its art muslin draperies and 
 upholstered lounges and arm-chairs. Several 
 ladies were sitting there, and others were 
 playing about in the verandah and on the 
 tennis-lawn. Those in the drawing-room were 
 for the most part matrons, and among them 
 were one or two Leichardt's Town magnates 
 — Lady Garfit, the wife of the Minister for 
 Lands, and her daughter ; there was pretty 
 Mrs. AUanby, who gave parties in Leichardt's 
 Town, and whose husband was a stock and 
 station agent ; two or three of the neighbour-
 
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 ing squatteresses, several young ladies, rivals 
 of Elsie as popular belles, who came in from 
 the verandah when the Gage party appeared. 
 Lady Horace's marriage had produced a 
 certain access of cordiality in the manner of 
 the Leichardt's Town dames, especially now 
 that it was known that Lord and Lady 
 Waveryng were coming out, and would be 
 guests at Government House during the 
 time of the Prince's visit. Formerly, Mrs. 
 Yalliant and her pretty daughters had only 
 been admitted on sufferance into the more select 
 circle of Leichardt's Town society, and this gave 
 Elsie Yalliant's manner a dash of defiance as 
 she acknowledged their greetings. The girl 
 was full of hatred and mahce — at least so she 
 told Ina — and it flashed through her mind 
 that there might be some great person in the 
 Prince's suite who would fall in love with 
 her and marry her, and that she might revenge
 
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 herself on these second-rate people for all 
 their slights. She was an undeveloped 
 creature, this poor Elsie. There was nothing 
 very great in her, or very noble. She was 
 full of meannesses and littlenesses and 
 jealousies, for which she despised herself in 
 her more exalted moments, but there had 
 never come anything into her life to call 
 forth higher sentiments. She sometimes 
 fancied that if such thing did come, she, too, 
 could prove herself heroic. Ina was better 
 than she. No one acknowledged that more 
 readily than Elsie. But then Ina had not 
 been the idol of a fooHsh mother, and Ina 
 had never been a beauty. 
 
 Elsie had never looked more lovely than 
 she did that evening when she went into the 
 drawing-room dressed for dinner. She and 
 Ina had spent some time in the concoction of 
 the costume, and then Elsie had had a fit of
 
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 penitence, and had insisted on making some- 
 thing lovely for Ina, too. It struck Elsie 
 that Ina seemed shy and agitated, and she 
 wondered if Lord Horace had been cross. 
 Now that the blush of the honeymoon was over. 
 Lord Horace had fits of downright crossness. 
 And Lord Horace was certainly selfish and 
 exactincr. He made his wife do thincrs for 
 him that he would not have required from a 
 Lady Clara Vere-de-Yere. This Elsie resented. 
 What right had he to expect that her sister 
 would act as his valet ? Ina did everything 
 that he asked her, and was patient and sweet 
 as far-famed Grizel. But she always said 
 that she was happy. 
 
 Frank Hallett took Elsie in to dinner. 
 Lord Horace naturally conducted Mrs. Jem, 
 and Mr. Blake was given to Lady Horace. Mrs. 
 Jem had waived the rules of strict etiquette 
 so far as to give Lady Garfit the precedence
 
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 over sometime Ina Yalliant. Blake and Ina 
 were seated opposite 'Elsie and Frank. Some- 
 how, whenever she glanced across the table, 
 Elsie seemed to meet Blake's eyes. He had 
 such odd eyes — so deep and piercing. She 
 could never forget their wild gleam on that 
 strange night at Goondi. Blake had a 
 stephanotis flower in his buttonhole. So had 
 Erank Hallett. She remembered having said 
 to Blake one day at Goondi — the day after 
 the declaration of the poll, when they had 
 walked down the street of the township while 
 waiting for the coach, and to hear the latest 
 news of Moonlight, or rather to hear the 
 news of Moonhght's vain pursuers — that tl:e 
 stephanotis was her favourite flower. Blake's 
 voice enchained her attention, and made her 
 listen carelessly to what Frank Hallett was 
 saying. She wondered what Blake was 
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 from the way they both looked at her that 
 she herself was the subject of conversation. 
 
 She was the subject also of Mr. Dominic 
 Trant's regard. He was on her other side, 
 and devoted much more consideration to her 
 than to his legitimate partner. He would 
 insist upon discoursing about Blake in what 
 Elsie felt to be rather a crude fashion. 
 
 'You remember what I said to you the 
 other night, Miss Yalliant ? ' 
 
 ' I am not sure that I do, Mr. Trant.' 
 
 ' I told you that my partner was rather a 
 dangerous customer. You know there's such 
 a thing as the biter getting bit. Any woman 
 who plays with Blake will find that she is 
 playing with fire.' 
 
 ' I don't understand you, Mr. Trant ; or 
 how what you say can in any way apply to me.' 
 
 ' They say you are a flirt. So is Blake.' 
 
 ' Well ? '
 
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 ' He never cared for a woman in his life, 
 Miss Yalliant ; but it has always been with 
 him as it is with the sportsman after game. 
 The more difficult it is to get, the more 
 fellows there are after it, the more determined 
 he is that it should fall to his gun. Blake 
 would follow a woman he thought worth his 
 trouble through thick and thin till he had got 
 her down at his feet.' 
 
 'And then.?' 
 
 ' Why, then, Miss VaUiant, he'd tell her 
 that he had no heart to give, and he would 
 leave her to further enjoy the excitement of 
 going after other game. That is all Blake 
 cares for — the excitement of doing what other 
 people have failed to do.' 
 
 ' And so,' said Elsie, ' Mr. Blake goes 
 about with women's scalps at his belt, and 
 you fancy that he might do me the honour 
 of wishing to adorn himself with mine. It
 
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 is very kind of you to warn me. Why are 
 you so interested in my welfare ? ' 
 
 ' Because I want you for myself,' said 
 Trant brutally. 
 
 ' That is very kind of you, too,' said Elsie. 
 ' I like your way of playing a game, Mr. Trant. 
 It is honest, at any rate.' She turned to Frank 
 Hallett, and pointedly avoided Trant. He 
 came up to her, however, as soon as dinner 
 was over. 
 
 ' I have come to beg your pardon. I'm a 
 rough brute. I throw myself on your mercy.' 
 
 ' Please don't offend again, then,' said Elsie. 
 
 ' I'll go on my knees to you if you like. 
 I'll promise anything. The only thing I'm 
 good for is to sing. Mrs. Jem HaUett has 
 asked me to sing. You'll forgive me when 
 you hear me sing. I am going to sing some- 
 thing to you.' 
 
 The man was right. His merit lay in his
 
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 voice. It was impossible not to be moved by 
 his singing. They were all sitting out in the 
 verandah or strolling about the starlit garden, 
 which was full of the scent of stephanotis, 
 verbena, and Cape jasmine. Mrs. Jem had 
 started music in the drawing-room, while the 
 dining-room, which was a great room with a 
 poHshed floor, was being got ready for 
 dancing. Elsie had already a little crowd of 
 men round her. Several were Leichardt's 
 Town admirers. The old fever for admira- 
 tion was upon her. From one she accepted a 
 flower. To another she gave one. She had 
 smiles for all. Then Trant becran to sin or. A 
 vague emotion seized her, a sudden irresist- 
 ible longing for the deeper drama of life. 
 There was so much beyond all this flirting and 
 dancing and dressing, so much of which she 
 was totally ignorant. Even Trant with the 
 coarse passion in his voice represented a 
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 world of feeling that she had never entered . 
 She became silent, and would not answer the 
 young men's banal remarks. 
 
 ' Hush — go away, I want to listen,' she 
 said, and sat there, her profile outlined against 
 dark night, the light from the drawing-room 
 upon her serious face and shining eyes and 
 slender girlish form ; she sat with her hands 
 folded, quite still. Someone came and leaned 
 against the verandah post by her side. She 
 knew without looking at him that it was 
 Blake. She knew, too, that he was watching 
 her, and the feehng gave her an odd thrill and 
 presently drew her eyes to his. Tr ant's songs 
 ceased ; and his accompanist went on playing 
 desultory chords. 
 
 Mr. Blake said suddenly, 'Do you do 
 anything — I mean in the way of music ? ' 
 
 ' No,' answered Elsie. ' I do nothing — 
 nothing at least that gives people pleasure/
 
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 * I should say that you did a great deal 
 which gave people pleasure. You exist — that 
 is soruething.' 
 
 ' I wish you wouldn't pay me compliments 
 in that unmeaning way. I hate it. It is like 
 everybody else.' 
 
 ' You would like me then to be unlike 
 everybody else. Thank you. I like you to 
 say that.' 
 
 'Why?' 
 
 ' Because it shows that you think about 
 me.' 
 
 ' I don't see that that matters.' 
 
 ' Oh yes, it does — to me. I have been 
 watching you, Miss Yalliant, wondering ' 
 
 ' Wondering what ? ' 
 
 ' Wondering what hes underneath the 
 butterfly existence you seem to lead.' 
 
 ' Ah ! you think I am a butterfly.' 
 
 ' I think that you know how to papillonner 
 
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 la vie — as one says, but that is a different 
 thing from being a butterfly.' 
 
 ' I don't understand much French, but I 
 understand enough to know what that means.' 
 
 ' It is a great art to pajnUonner la vie' 
 
 ' Do you practise it ? ' she asked. 
 
 ' I try to. But I have moods in which 
 life seems deadly serious.' 
 
 'Were you in one of those moods that 
 night ? ' 
 
 ' Ah ! No, I was in a reckless mood that 
 night. I have quite got over it now.' 
 
 * And you are in the butterfly phase,' she 
 said a little bitterly. 
 
 ' Why do you say that in such a contemp- 
 tuous way ? ' 
 
 ' I was thinking of something Mr. Trant 
 told me about you.' 
 
 ' What was that ? ' 
 
 ' I don't think I ought to tell you.'
 
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 'I can guess what it was. Trant re- 
 proaches me with liking ladies' society too 
 much. I am sure he told you that I was a 
 flirt.' 
 
 ' Yes, he said something of that kind, only 
 he put it more strongly.' 
 
 ' How ? You needn't mind telling me 
 what Trant said about me. I am sure that 
 he has often said the same things to my 
 face.' 
 
 ' So he told me.' 
 
 * He warned you against me, didn't he ? ' 
 
 'Yes ' 
 
 ' And he described me as a conceited cad 
 who tried to be a lady-killer ? ' 
 
 ' No, he didn't say that. He described 
 you as a person who liked to make women 
 fall in love with him, and who went about 
 with hearts as trophies in the way that an 
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 ' Oh ! That was putting it melodramatically. 
 Miss Valhant, perhaps you think me a con- 
 ceited cad when I say that the game of love 
 — or flirtation — has given me some amuse- 
 ment in my life, but that when I found it 
 becoming serious for myself, or for the 
 other person, I have always stopped short, 
 unless ' 
 
 ' Well, unless ? ' 
 
 ' Unless it was a fair contest. Hearts not 
 in it. The best fighter to win, and friends 
 when the fight is over ; like our election the 
 other day. Isn't that your idea of a flirtation 
 tournament ? ' 
 
 'Yes — perhaps — I haven't any theory 
 about it.' 
 
 ' You only practise the game. Well, don't 
 you think that two skilled players might get 
 a good deal of fun out of such a game ? ' 
 
 ' I don't know.' Elsie was getting a httle
 
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 uncomfortable, and at the same time was 
 deeply interested. 
 
 * Oh yes, you do. Because Trant implied 
 that in this instance it is a case of Greek 
 meeting Greek. Well, Liiss Valliant, is it a 
 challenge ? ' 
 
 ' If you like to take it so,' she answered 
 recklessly. There was a silence. 
 
 ' Yes, I do,' he answered seriously. ' I 
 think it is very hkely that I shall get beaten ; 
 but I accept the challenge. Will you dance 
 this with me ? ' he asked in a matter-of-fact 
 tone. ' That is a waltz, isn't it ? ' 
 
 She got up. At that moment Frank 
 Hallett came up. 
 
 ' Miss Valliant, you will give me this ? ' 
 
 Elsie hesitated. Blake said nothing, but 
 his eyes were on her. ' I am engaged to Mr. 
 Blake,' she said at last. 
 
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 ' The one after the next, then ? I am 
 going to dance the next with your sister.' 
 
 Elsie nodded. 'Yes, the one after the 
 next.' 
 
 She took Blake's arm and they went into 
 the dancing-room. He danced extremely 
 well. So did she. Elsie had never felt 
 before during a dance as she felt now. She 
 had at once a sense of intoxication and terror. 
 She had begun to be afraid of Blake, and she 
 had never in her hfe been afraid of any man. 
 What had he meant by asking her if she had 
 given him a challenge ? What did he think of 
 her ? What had he heard about her ? Well, 
 she would show him that she could take care 
 of herself. 
 
 The waltz ended, and they strolled into 
 the garden. The moon was rising, and threw 
 fantastic shadows upon the gravelled walk. 
 
 'Mr. Blake,' Elsie said suddenly, 'will
 
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 you please tell me what you meant when you 
 told me that day by the creek — the day I 
 threw the flower at your horse — that you had 
 been wishing to make my acquaintance for a 
 particular reason ? Will you tell me what the 
 reason was ? ' 
 
 ' If you wish it,' he said ; ' but it is rather 
 a long story. I don't think I can get it into 
 the interval between this and the next dance.' 
 
 'I am not engaged for the next dance. 
 We will sit it out — unless you want to 
 dance.' 
 
 ' No. It seems absurd to say that I would 
 much rather sit it out with you.' 
 
 ' Why absurd ? ' 
 
 'You forbade me to pay you compli- 
 ments,' he answered. 
 
 They turned towards the lagoon, out of 
 the track of promenaders. There was an 
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 and the dark pyramidal pine trees looked 
 strangely solemn in the moolight. Elsie gave 
 a little shiver. 
 
 ' I hate this walk. It puts me in mind of 
 a churchyard. Come down here. There's a 
 seat close to the house, and I shall be able to 
 hear when the waltz begins.' 
 
 She took him into a vine trellis to the 
 right, and they sat down on a bench which 
 was placed in a sort of arbour.
 
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 CHAPTER X 
 
 JEI^SEiS''s GHOST 
 
 'Well!' she said. 'Why? ' 
 
 ' Why ! ' he repeated. ' Do you know any 
 people at Teebar ? ' 
 
 ' No,' she answered, and blushed at one 
 of her most painful recollections which the 
 name evoked. ' At least not now.' 
 
 ' No ; because the person you once knew, 
 and who lived there, is dead. He was a man 
 called Jensen. I knew him very well. He 
 had a station close by the township.' 
 
 ' Yes,' she said, in a stifled way. 
 
 ' He took to drinking, as you know, and 
 killed himself.' 
 
 ' I did not know. Killed himself! *
 
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 * As surely as any man who ever blew his 
 brains out. He did not drink, did he, when 
 you knew him ? ' 
 
 ' No. Mr. Blake, I know what you mean, 
 and it is cruel, it is wicked to blame me for 
 that.' She half rose in her agitation. ' It 
 wasn't my fault that he ' 
 
 ' That he loved you. No, that was cer- 
 tainly not your fault. There must be a great 
 many men who love you. But I was sorry 
 for poor Jensen. He looked a stupid fellow 
 when I knew him, but he was clever enough 
 to write very decent verse. And he looked 
 rather a weak creature, but he was strong 
 enough to be faithful to the one woman he 
 ever loved.' 
 
 ' What did he tell you about me ? Don't 
 be afraid of hurting me.' 
 
 'He told me all that had ever passed 
 between you — his version of course — but it
 
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 was SO detailed that I think it must have 
 been pretty near the truth. You encouraged 
 him a good deal.' 
 
 * Yes — I encouraged him.' 
 
 ' I think you were engaged to him for two 
 days ? ' 
 
 ' I — I said I would marry him — if I could 
 like him well enough.' 
 
 ' And at the end of two days — you didn't 
 give it a long trial — you told him that you 
 had only engaged yourself for an experiment, 
 to see what it felt like, and you threw him 
 over.' 
 
 ' Yes, that is true. I couldn't care for him 
 enough.' 
 
 There was a silence. At last he said, ' I 
 saw a good deal of Jensen. I did what I 
 could to reclaim him, but he said he had no 
 faith in man nor woman, and no motive for 
 living. From what I could gather, he used to
 
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 be a healthy-minded man, fond of sport 
 and of work, and not disposed to take a 
 morbid view of life. You will understand 
 that I was naturally anxious to meet the 
 lady who had been able to effect such a 
 change, but besides, all that he told me 
 about you made me feel that you would be 
 interesting.' 
 
 Elsie seemed to be strangling emotion. 
 She spoke in a hard voice, cut once or twice 
 with a dry sob, and with her face turned from 
 him. 
 
 ' I know what you must think of me. You 
 must think that I am fair game for anybody. 
 You must think that I am as bad as a woman 
 can be. I am certainly not going to excuse 
 myself. I only want to say that I was very 
 young, and that I had never felt deeply about 
 anything, and had no idea that anyone else 
 could feel in that way. I want to say, too,
 
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 that I had been brought up to think that 1 
 must marry well ' 
 
 'And Jensen was very well off. Yes, I 
 know.' 
 
 ' It is horrible. It is humiliatincr. It is 
 utterly undignified. When I think of it my 
 cheeks burn, and I loathe myself. Do you 
 know,' her voice dropped though she spoke 
 with passionate vehemence, ' he is the only 
 man— -except my father — who has ever kissed 
 me. I hate him for that.' 
 
 Blake uttered an exclamation of mingled 
 surprise and sympathy. He had never dreamed 
 of this odd kind of virginal pride in Elsie. 
 Her curious unconventionality, her impulsive 
 speech, all that he had heard of her had 
 prepared him for a different sort of woman. 
 
 Elsie went on still in that hurried vehe 
 ment way. ' I hated him the day he did that, 
 and I told him so. I suppose he told you
 
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 that. I felt that I never wanted to see him 
 again — to be taken possession of — that wasn't 
 what I meant. It is quite true that I had had 
 a fancy that it might be amusing to be en- 
 gaged. I have always had a curiosity about 
 life and about different kinds of experience. 
 I thought that I should have an entirely new 
 set of feelings, and that this was to be the 
 door to them. You can't imagine anything 
 more childish, and stupid, and ignorant. I 
 don't know why I am telling you all this. I 
 hate myself for doing so.' 
 
 ' Don't do that.' he said in a different 
 manner from his former one. ' I am very 
 glad that you have told me.' 
 
 ' I have been trying to forget it all. I 
 would never let myself think of it. I heard 
 that he had died, but I did not know how. 
 As I got to know other men, and saw for how 
 little flirtation counted, and how soon they
 
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 got over disappointments of that kind, I got 
 to think less about it. And then I never felt 
 deeply about anybody, and how could I 
 know ' 
 
 ' That anybody might come to feel deeply 
 about you ? And so you have gone on 
 flirting with men, and liking them, perhaps, 
 until they too have wanted to take possession 
 of you, and then that fierce thing in you has 
 roused up and has made you cruel. You 
 have never yet met your match — quite.' 
 
 The * quite ' was an afterthought. He 
 was thinking of Frank Hallett. 
 
 ' I hope,' he went on, ' that you won't find 
 your match after you are married. That 
 would be the worst misfortune that could 
 happen to you.' 
 
 ' Why do you say that ? ' she asked. 
 
 ' Because all that you have told me makes 
 me certain that you have the capacity for a 
 
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 feeling which when it comes will almost 
 frighten you.' 
 
 ' Could one be frightened of love ? ' she said 
 softly. ' I have often wished that I could really 
 love someone/ 
 
 ' Don't wish it — unless you are quite 
 certain that the man you love is worthy of 
 your love and capable of giving you back all 
 that you give — don't wish it unless you are 
 certain, too, that the man you love can marry 
 you.' 
 
 She shrank together a little. ' I think we 
 had better go in,' she said. ' The dance will 
 begin presently.' 
 
 He got up and gravely offered her his arm. * 
 'Miss Yalliant, you are going back soon to 
 Leichardt's Town. Will you allow me to call 
 upon you and your mother ? ' 
 
 " Yes, certainly,' she answered, and added, 
 • We live on Emu Point.'
 
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 They walked towards the house. Before 
 they reached the verandah, Elsie stopped and 
 faced him. ' I am very sorry for what I said 
 to you this evening,' she said impulsively. ' I 
 hope you will forget it.' 
 
 ' I am afraid that I can't promise to do 
 that,' he answered. 
 
 ' Then at least you will not remind me of 
 it.' 
 
 ' Ah ! that of course I can promise. As 
 far as Hes in my power I will try not to remind 
 you of it.' 
 
 ' Thank you. I think that I will sit down 
 here. If you see Mr. Frank Hallett will you 
 tell him where I am ? ' 
 
 He left her. She had not long to wait. 
 Frank Hallett was walking up and down with 
 Lady Horace, and he had seen her come back 
 with Blake. They both came to her. 
 
 ' Elsie,' Ina said, ' what is the matter ? ' 
 
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 * Nothing,' said Elsie. ' Why ? ' 
 ' You look scared somehow.' 
 
 * I think it must be because I have 
 been seeing ghosts,' said Elsie tremulously. 
 
 ' Ghosts ! ' repeated Lady Horace. 
 
 Elsie did not answer. 
 
 ' It must have been the effect of the moon- 
 hght in the garden,' said Hallett. ' Those 
 pyramids of rhynca-sporum do look rather 
 like white ghosts.' 
 
 Elsie burst into a laugh. 
 
 ' How hke you that speech was ! You are 
 really a very comforting person. You always 
 find a natural and reasonable explanation for 
 all one's vagaries, for all one's stupid super- 
 stitious fancies.' 
 
 ' I am glad,' he said gravely, ' that you 
 find me a comforting person. But I don't 
 think that is what you like best.' 
 
 ' What is it that I like best ? '
 
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 ' Something more romantic. I know that 
 I am a very prosaic kind of fellow. But 
 perhaps that wears best in the long run, 
 and most stupid superstitious fancies do 
 admit of a reasonable and natural explana- 
 tion.' 
 
 They began to dance. The waltz with 
 him was not quite like the one with Blake. 
 She was conscious of this, and she was angry 
 with herself for being so. Why should a girl, 
 when two men waltz equally well, feel a 
 subtler intoxication in the contact and joint 
 motion with the one than with the other ? 
 They had only taken a few turns when she 
 stopped him. 
 
 ' I don't want to dance. I'm tired.' 
 They went out into the verandah again. 
 He was concerned. 
 
 ' Something is the matter with you.' 
 ' No. Yes — everything is the matter.'
 
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 ' Tell me, Elsie,' he said. 
 
 ' Frank, if I ever give you bad pain — if 
 you are misled by your own fancies, and think 
 me better, and truer, and more sincere than I 
 am, and wake up to find that I am a vain, 
 ambitious, mercenary girl, with no real 
 thought for anyone but herself, don't say that 
 I haven't warned you.' 
 
 ' You have warned me often enough, and I 
 told you that I was quite contented to take 
 the risk. I can't bear you to talk like that, 
 and yet I'm glad too.' 
 
 ' Tell me why you are glad.' 
 
 ' Because if you weren't getting to care 
 for me a little, you wouldn't be troubled — 
 at the thought of the suffering you might 
 cause me.' 
 
 ' I am troubled — horribly troubled. And 
 of course I care a little for you. I care a
 
 JENSEN'S GHOST 231 
 
 great deal, but it isn't the sort of cariDg 
 I mean/ 
 
 * The sort of caring you mean is a romantic 
 dream — the glamour that never was on sea 
 or land, but only in the imagination of 
 romance writers. I don't mind entering the 
 lists with your Prince, Elsie dear. I can wait. 
 He won't come alons^. Princes like that don't 
 ride through the gum trees.' 
 
 ' Now,' she said seriously, ' it pleases me to 
 hear you talk like that. It makes me feel 
 that you are strong. I wish that you were 
 strong enough to carry me off and put an end 
 to my doubts for ever.' 
 
 ' Shall I try ? ' 
 
 'No, no. Give me my year. Frank, 
 I do want to care for you. I am grateful 
 to you for loving me. You'll believe that.' 
 
 Elsie slept badly that night. They had
 
 232 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 danced till long past midnight, and she had 
 tried to drown her guilty recollection of poor 
 Jensen. She had danced again with Blake, 
 and they had talked in the verandah after- 
 wards, not of personal topics — with a tact 
 ^\'hich she appreciated he avoided allusion to 
 their previous conversation — but of travel, of 
 men and women and books, of life on the 
 Luya and of the wider life beyond. And 
 she had danced with Trant, and he had been 
 very personal, and had expressed his admira- 
 tion with a certain respectful bluntness which 
 had amused her, and had done more than 
 anything else to distract her thoughts from 
 more painful subjects. She told herself that 
 if he was a little rough he meant no harm ; 
 and that his roughness was of a more inter- 
 esting kind than that of the Luya squatters 
 in general. Elsie was not very fond of bush- 
 men. She preferred the Bank clerks
 
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 and young Civil servants of Leichardt's 
 Town. 
 
 She had danced, too, more than once 
 again with Hallett, and she was doing her 
 very best to persuade herself that the regard 
 she felt for Frank Hallett was the nearest 
 approach she should ever get to love. And 
 then she had seen very plainly that Lady 
 Garfit and her daughter were making up to 
 the Halletts, and that Frank was clearly an 
 object of desire in matrimonial circles. It was 
 perfectly evident that Eose Garfit was in love 
 with him. Eose was another type of the 
 Leichardt's Town belles. She was not soft 
 and slender and complex, like Elsie, but was 
 a great Junoesque creature, with calm blue 
 eyes and quantities of flaxen hair, a downright 
 sort of girl, absolutely goodnatured, a splendid 
 horsewoman, a good tennis-player, always 
 bright and smiling and equable, and in every
 
 234 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 way a desirable wife for a well-to-do squatter. 
 Elsie did not actually dislike Eose, who did 
 not want to give herself airs, though she had 
 always seemed to hold herself aloof in a cahuly 
 superior way from the lesser fry of Leichardt's 
 Town. This was because of her father's 
 position, and because she was always better 
 dressed, and had carriages and riding-horses, 
 which she — poor Elsie — never had unless 
 some obliging admirer gave her a mount. 
 But Elsie hated Lady Garnt with a holy 
 hatred, for Lady Garfit had snubbed her on 
 more than one occasion, and had done all she 
 could to keep Elsie out of the Government 
 House set, promulgating the report that she 
 was fast and bad style, and even that she 
 rouged. Elsie would have done anything to 
 annoy Lady Garfit, and it was very evident that 
 Lady Garfit was extremely annoyed at Frank 
 Hallett's devotion.
 
 JENSEN'S GHOST 235 
 
 There were other ladies, too, before whom 
 Elsie was not displeased to parade her con- 
 quests. She could see that Mrs. Allanby was 
 furious because she had sat out with Mr. Blake, 
 and because Frank Hallett had forgotten a 
 dance for which he was engaged to her, while 
 he in his turn was sitting out with Elsie. But 
 Mrs. Allanby revenged herself by flirting with 
 Lord Horace. And then there was Minna 
 Pryde, of Leichardt's Town, who was more 
 on Elsie's social level than Eose Garfit, who 
 never lost an opportunity of, as she put it, 
 ' spiting ' Elsie about her ' beaux.' Minna 
 was dark, and pretty and vivacious, and was 
 certainly not good style, and not at all 
 in favour with the more fastidious of the 
 Leichardt's Town matrons. Elsie was also 
 rather pleased to vex Mrs. Jem, who patronised 
 her, and who. she knew, would have preferred 
 Eose Garfit for a sister-in-law. These uncharit-
 
 256 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 able motives had been more or less prepon- 
 derant all the evening, but in the stillness of 
 her chamber they melted into a rain of tears. 
 She did not dare to cry out aloud, lest she 
 should wake Ina. The two sisters shared 
 a tiny verandah room. Lord Horace having 
 been sent, with almost all the other gentle- 
 men, to the bachelors' quarters, where, 
 judging from the sounds of revelry that floated 
 on the night, he was doubtless enjoying 
 himself.
 
 237 
 
 CHAPTER XI 
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 
 
 The head station at Tunimbah was astir 
 betimes, and long before the big bell clanged 
 for breakfast, preparations on the racecourse 
 had begun, and flags marked the line of 
 running, and waved on the top of an extem- 
 porised Grand Stand. Frank Hallett was 
 waiting in the verandah when Lady Horace 
 and Elsie came out. They were in their 
 habits, like most of the other ladies, since 
 nearly everybody was to ride to the 
 course. 
 
 ' I thought you might like me to show 
 you your places at the breakfast table,' he 
 said. ' Most have gone in. There are a
 
 238 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 quantity of people here already, and more 
 coming from everywhere.' 
 
 Breakfast was not in the dining-room 
 to-day, but in the old woolshed — a large slab 
 bark building, about a hundred yards beyond 
 the courtyard, which was always utilised on 
 these occasions, and in which they were to 
 dance in the evening. Tunimbah had once 
 been a sheep-station, in the days before the 
 Halletts had bought it, but sheep did not do 
 well on the Luya. On an Austrahan station 
 an ' old woolshed ' is an institution, and the 
 homestead which possesses one is usually the 
 centre for the festivities of the district. 
 
 It was a queer picturesque place, with its 
 dark walls, and beamed and raftered ceihng, 
 and it had been decorated with creepers from 
 the scrub, and now looked very gay indeed, 
 filled with a chattering crowd — bushmen in 
 m maculate moleskins and flaring ties, and with
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 239 
 
 a generally brown, healthy, and excited ap- 
 pearance ; ladies in habits, some of home 
 manufacture, others the product of Leichardt's 
 Town tailors, so that there were all varieties, 
 from the honest brown and grey wincey to 
 the Park turn-out with high hats and boots. 
 The girls were, many of them, very 
 coquettishly got up, and stephanotis was in 
 favour for a breast-knot. 
 
 Outside, a good many men were lounging 
 about discussing the merits of their horses, 
 settling matters with their jockeys, and taking 
 notes of the new competitors. There was a 
 good deal of interest in the Barolin horses. 
 The breed was getting a name, and Trant, to 
 use a colonialism, was ' blowing ' loudly about 
 his chances of taking the Luya Cup, and 
 cutting out Frank Hallett, who had won it 
 the previous year, with his thoroughbred 
 Gipsy Girl.
 
 240 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Mr. Blake came up and shook hands with 
 Lady Horace and her sister. 
 
 ' I have been waiting for you,' he said to 
 Elsie, as they fell back a little — ' because I 
 want to sit next you, if I may, and also 
 because I want to ask you if you will ride a 
 horse of mine, which is a perfect ladies' hack, 
 on the course to-day. I heard you telling- 
 Lord Horace last night that you didn't like 
 the one you rode from the Dell.' 
 
 ' Thank you,' said Elsie. ' I should like to 
 ride your horse. But Mr. Frank Hallett has 
 offered me one. I am the luckiest young 
 woman in the world. Everybody has offered 
 me horses.' 
 
 'Then your only difficulty will be in 
 selecting,' said Blake. 
 
 ' I like riding new horses,' said Elsie. 
 
 ' Then,' said Frank Hallett a httle stiffly, 
 but feeling that he was moprnanimous, and
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 241 
 
 that he could afford to be so, ' you will 
 perhaps be wise to accept Mr. Blake's offer. 
 If it is the horse he rode yesterday you will 
 be much better mounted than on mine.' 
 
 He turned again to Lady Horace. 
 
 * Mr. Hallett is very generous,' said Blake. 
 
 ' Is it Osman ? ' said Elsie, ignoring the 
 remark. ' The horse that nearly knocked you 
 against a tree that day at the Crossing.' 
 
 He gave a little start. ' No. I wouldn't 
 put you on that horse.' 
 
 'I shouldn't be at all afraid of him. 
 I never saw such a beauty. Perhaps you 
 will be astonished to hear, Mr. Blake, con- 
 sidering I am a town girl, that I don't 
 mind what I sit, short of a regular buck- 
 jumper. I can even manage a little mild 
 pig-jumping.' 
 
 He laughed. 'This horse won't even 
 
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 242 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 pig-jump. And I am not surprised at hearing 
 of your being able to do anything — that is 
 courageous and interesting.' 
 
 ' Thank you. But the last clause was 
 such an evident afterthought that I don't 
 know whether to take that speech as a 
 comphment or not. And you know you 
 weren't to pay me compliments. Mr. Blake, 
 can you imagine what is the one passionate 
 desire of my hfe — at present ? ' 
 
 ' Please tell me ? ' 
 
 ' To have a gallop on Moonlight's Abatos.' 
 
 ' It is possible that you may attain even 
 that summit of bliss, if, as you once suggested. 
 Moonlight were to carry you off.' 
 
 Elsie lauo^hed. ' Moonliojht isn't in the 
 least Hkely to show himself in the district, 
 while Captain Macpherson and his men are 
 hanging round. Did you know that he was 
 to be here to-day ? '
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 243 
 
 ' Who — Moonlight ? ' asked Mr. Dominic 
 Trant, who had joined them. 
 
 ' Good-morning, Mr. Trant,' said Elsie, 
 turning. ' Xo, not Moonlight ; but Captain 
 Macpherson. What an odd expression you 
 have got on your face ! What are you think- 
 ing of ? ' Trant burst into a laugh. 
 
 'I was thinking. Miss Valliant, what a 
 curious dramatic sort of thing it would be if 
 Moonlight and Captain Macpherson were to 
 meet here as fellow-guests. It's not impos- 
 sible, you know.' 
 
 ' It strikes me as most improbable,' said 
 Elsie with gravity. She thought Trant's laugh 
 rather familiar, and certainly ill-timed. ' At 
 least I hope so, for Moonhght's sake. I 
 always confess to a strong admiration for 
 Moonlight — and I hope so for Mr. Hallett's 
 sake too. This is not a public racecourse. 
 The people here are his friends.'
 
 2U OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Trant laughed again in a sort of sotio-voce 
 manner. Blake was evidently thinking of 
 something else. His brows were knit, and 
 his eyes gleamed darkly from beneath them. 
 They went up the wooden slope to the wool- 
 shed, and Hallett showed Elsie and Lady 
 Horace their places. He put himself on one 
 side of Elsie. Blake took the seat on the 
 other. He had lingered to say a word or two 
 to Trant. 
 
 ' Are you going to run Osman for the cup ? ' 
 Elsie asked. 
 
 ' I am not sure. He is entered, but I 
 believe Trant has withdrawn him. Tell me 
 who is that opposite — the man with the 
 sprouting beard who looks like a jockey.' 
 
 Before Elsie could reply the question was 
 answered by a young Irishman from a station 
 over the border — Mick Mahoney he was 
 named — who called across :
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 245 
 
 ' And is it after the Scriptures that you are 
 taking a pattern, Captain Macpherson, and 
 are ye making a vow not to cut your beard till 
 Moonlight's brought to justice? I'm thinking 
 that at this rate ye'U have it to your waist.' 
 
 ' Come, I've had enough of chaffing about 
 Moonlight,' answered Captain Macpherson 
 good-humouredly, ' and you might let a chap 
 enjoy his day off once in a way. I've scoured 
 the Luya from top to bottom — not a trace 
 of him have I found.' 
 
 ' And been in some pretty queer places, I'll 
 be bound,' remarked an elderly squatter. ' It's 
 an awful rough country is the Upper Luya.' 
 
 ' Captain Macpherson,' put in Elsie Yal- 
 liant, ' did you go to the Barolin Fall ? ' 
 
 ' As near as we could get, Missyalliant,andl 
 wish I might catch Moonhght making for that 
 blind alley. But he is too cute, and knows 
 the country far too well.'
 
 246 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' It's a cul-de-sac, is it ? ' asked Mr. Blake, 
 bending forward and courteously addressing 
 the police officer. ' I believe you have been 
 at Barolin Gorge, Captain Macpherson, and 
 know my partner, Dominic Trant ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, to be sure. Mr. Blake, is it ? Allow 
 me to congratulate you on your victory — 
 saving your presence, Mr. Frank Hallett, but 
 I am not altogether at one with the squatter- 
 archy, as you know. I'm half a Liberal in 
 Australia — ^was an out-and-out one in England, 
 which comes to the same thing.' 
 
 Captain Macpherson laughed in his breezy 
 way. When not in harness he was a rather 
 happy-go-lucky person, though he was grim 
 and daring enough on the trail. ' Your part- 
 ner, he's down there, isn't he ? ' and Captain 
 Macpherson nodded cheerily to Trant. ' How 
 d'ye do ? Yes, he was most obhging, was 
 Mr. Trant. Showed us all about, and gave
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 247 
 
 my men fresh horses ; put us on a wrong 
 scent, too, with the best intentions in the 
 world. That was a most harmless and 
 respectable horse-breaker, Trant, that we 
 followed like grim death across the border.' 
 
 * So I heard afterwards,' said Mr. Trant 
 imperturbably . ' Bat he sounded uncommonly 
 like Moonlight.' 
 
 ' Tell me about the Barolin Fall,' said 
 Elsie. 
 
 ' It is worth seeing, I can tell you, Miss 
 Yalliant, but you have to work your way 
 through a bunya scrub to get to it. And 
 there's a funny thing. None of the black 
 trackers will go near the place. You'd have 
 thought a year or two in the Native Police 
 would have cured their superstition, but my 
 theory is that the Australian nigger is only 
 beaten by the West Indian for sheer terror 
 of what he thinks is the supernatural.'
 
 248 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 'No one seems to know where the fall 
 comes from,' said Hallett. ' They say that it's 
 the lake on the top of Mount Luya, which 
 was once the crater of an extinct volcano, and 
 lias worked underground to the precipice.' 
 
 ' Tis a big body of water,' said Captain 
 Macpherson. ' You were asking if the place 
 is a cul-de-sac. You might have nicked a bit 
 out of the mountain for all the outlet there is. 
 It's a sheer precipice on each side of you, 
 with a waterfall at the end of it.' 
 
 ' I want to go there,' said Elsie. ' Mr. 
 Hallett, remember that you have promised to 
 iret up a picnic, and that we are to camp out 
 for a night.' 
 
 ' You must wait a bit then,' said Captain 
 Macpherson. 'There'd be no use in ladies 
 trying it after the rainy season. We got 
 bogged the other day. I'd put it off till the 
 spring, Miss Yalliant.'
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 249 
 
 ' Is it a promise ? — in the spring ? ' asked 
 Elsie, turnincr with a bewitching smile to 
 Frank. 'Come, I don't often ask you any- 
 thing.' 
 
 ' Certainly, it is a promise,' he answered. 
 
 ' I shall keep you to it. And you, Mr. 
 Blake, you are to be one of the party.' 
 
 ' I was going to suggest that you should 
 make the expedition from our place,' said 
 Blake. ' It is quite ten miles nearer, and if 
 we are rough. Miss Valliant, we are at least 
 picturesque.' 
 
 ' When is it spring ? ' said Elsie, with pretty 
 imperiousness, turning to Hallett. ' Please 
 soon make it spring.' 
 
 ' I am afraid it can't be managed before the 
 end of August,' said Hallett, ' and even then it 
 would be cold for camping out.' 
 
 'The end of August then,' said Elsie. 
 ' That is settled. I look to you to square Mrs.
 
 250 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Jem. The end of August ! ' she repeated. 
 ' Who knows what may have happened before 
 then ? ' 
 
 Mrs. Jem had got up from the table. The 
 men were anxious to be at the course. Out- 
 side the woolshed blackboj's in clean shirts 
 and with new scarlet handkerchiefs round 
 their waists were leading horses in side-saddles 
 up and down. The gins and piccaninnies had 
 come from the blacks' camp to see the start. 
 They made impish noises and screamed out 
 admiring remarks as the mounting went 
 on. 
 
 ' My word, Budgery that fellow ! ' was the 
 exclamation that followed Elsie. 
 
 ' I say, Elsie,' cried a toothless blear-eyed 
 creature, plentifully tattooed, with a yellow 
 bandana binding her woolly locks and an old 
 pink tea-gown of Mrs. Jem's slung across her 
 shoulder, 'what for you got him new
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 251 
 
 Benjamin? Mine think it Frank cobbon 
 coola along of you.' 
 
 ^Is that true?' said Blake. 'Is Mr. 
 Frank Hallett very angry with you ? Does he 
 mind your riding my horse ? ' 
 
 ' No, why should he ? ' she answered. 
 
 ' / should mind very much if you rode his 
 horse after having promised to ride mine.' 
 
 ' Is this my horse ? ' she asked, pointing 
 to a beautiful bay, which was held not by a 
 blackboy, but by a rather flash-looking stock- 
 man — a rakish young Australian, with a fair 
 moustache, twisted on each side to a fine 
 point, and odd down-looking eyes. He was 
 a fine upstanding fellow, lean and muscular, 
 and had the gait of a man born or bred on 
 horseback. It was said on the Luya that 
 there had never been foaled the animal that 
 Sam Shehan couldn't ride. He had been well 
 
 * Cobbon coola — verj angry.
 
 252 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 known in the district from a boy, and was 
 supposed to have done a little cattle-duffing, 
 as it is called, in his younger days, but he had 
 reformed entirely since taking a place with 
 Trant & Blake of Barolin Gorge, and was 
 such a good hand with stock that the neigh- 
 bouring squatters were always glad to get 
 him over for a day or two at mustering times 
 
 'Yes, this is the Outlaw,' said Blake. 
 ' How is he this morning, Shehan ? ' 
 
 ' Quiet as a lamb,' said Shehan, ' and fresh 
 as a daisy. Miss. He's a bit of a speeler. He'd 
 lick the lot of 'em if he was put into training.' 
 
 Elsie put her foot into Blake's hand, and 
 he lifted her into the saddle. Hallett was 
 watching him jealously. Lord Horace had 
 given Hallett charge of Ina. He himself was 
 careering about the course, and had made a 
 rather heavy book upon the races. 
 
 Behind Sam Shehan were two other
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 253 
 
 Barolin hands — twin half-caste boys, who had 
 come in Shehan's train to Barohn, and who 
 had also turned into reformed characters 
 under Trant's tutelage. Pompo and Jack 
 Nutty used to have the reputation of being 
 up to any kind of devilment in the old dajs, 
 and they, too, were magnificent horsemen, 
 and invaluable at Luya musterings, because 
 they knew every inch of the country. 
 
 Blake mounted his own horse, which was 
 a fiery creature, but not the black one he had 
 been riding on the day he first met Elsie. 
 Barolin was famous for its horses, and 
 Dominic Trant was no less well mounted. He 
 had a scowhng expression on his dark face as 
 he passed Elsie and his partner, but he made 
 no attempt to join them. Elsie was the object 
 of attention to a bevy of young men, but it 
 was a tribute to Blake's power that no one 
 thought of interfering with him.
 
 254 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 In an Australian March, one may sometimes 
 have a dehghtful day, with just a fresh faint 
 foretaste of winter in the air. Sometimes, on 
 the other hand, an Austrahan March is as 
 muggy and disagreeable a month as can well 
 be imagined. To-day it was bright and clear. 
 There had been a heavy rain a few days 
 previously, and the world looked as if it had 
 been well washed. Never was sky bluer. 
 There was a faint breeze stirring the tops of 
 the gum-trees, and throwing a ripple on to the 
 surface of the lagoon. The grass — where it 
 had not been trodden down by the racers 
 exercising — was thick and lush, and brown 
 with its autumn heads. But the yellowing 
 quinces and swelling oranges and the great 
 pumpkins and squashes were the only sign of 
 autumn. As they rode down by the garden 
 fence, the enclosure was spring-like in its 
 bloom. The prickly pears were growing
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 255 
 
 faintly pink, it is true, and the passion-creeper 
 hung out purple eggs, but the roses massed 
 in quantities — golden Marechal Xeils and 
 pale tea-roses, flaunting cabbage-roses, and 
 dark delicate cottage beauties — a most sweet 
 and gorgeous array. And there was a plant 
 of the Taverna Montana in bloom, its dazzhncr 
 white flowers nearly as large as a camellia. 
 And the honeysuckle and stephanotis scented 
 the air, and the great vermilion pomegranates 
 were like blobs of sealing-wax thrown at 
 haphazard upon the green. 
 
 It was a day to intoxicate the senses. 
 
 ' Who says that the Australian birds have 
 no song ? ' said Elsie. ' There's a macrpie 
 gurghng away as if he meant to sing at a 
 concert to-ni^ht.' 
 
 Blake smiled at her, and she smiled back 
 in return. She had forgotten Jensen. She 
 had forgotten her half-promise to Frank
 
 2 56 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 Hallett. She had forgotten to ask herself 
 whether or not she could ever love him. She 
 only knew that she was happy, and that the 
 air was sweet, and that Blake looked at her 
 in a way in which no one else had ever looked. 
 There was a grassy track — once the path for 
 water-carts in primitive days, before the 
 erection of the grand pump. 
 
 The Outlaw bounded forward. 
 
 ' Oh, let us have one canter along here,' 
 Elsie cried. ' I want to try the Outlaw. One 
 canter by the creek. Come, Mr. Blake.' 
 
 She rode on, shaking the reins and patting 
 the animal's sleek neck, as he danced and 
 curvetted. She looked back at Blake, and 
 lauofhed like a child. How beautiful she was, 
 and how splendidly she rode ! They rode on 
 away from the crowd, cantering, almost gallop- 
 ing, always fast, fast, clearing the little logs 
 and gulhes in the way, all along the home
 
 ON THE RACECOURSE 257 
 
 paddock and never pulling up till they were 
 at least two miles from the station. 
 
 ' What will they think? ' she said, reining 
 the Outlaw. ' Oh, what a glorious spin ! 
 Tell me, aren't you happy when you are going 
 fast like that ? ' 
 
 ' Do you call that fast ? ' he said. ' Ah, 
 you should know what it is to ride for one's 
 life.' 
 
 ' Have you ever ridden for your life ? ' she 
 asked, suddenly becoming serious. 
 
 ' Yes,' he answered, ' and I have enjoyed 
 it as I have never enjoyed anything in the 
 world. Oh, to feel that your life — your very 
 life — all the glory and beauty of this glorious 
 and beautiful world — all the past, and the 
 present, and the future — ambition, hope, a 
 Cause perhaps — all depending on the speed of 
 an animal and lying in the mad rush forwards , 
 There's a wild sense of irresponsibility about 
 
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 258 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 a moment like that which I can't describe — 
 can't give you the feeblest idea of. Your will 
 seems to have got outside you, and to be in 
 the night, and the trees, and the free birds 
 and beasts. Every nerve is strung to an 
 excitement which is rapture. It's the very 
 essence of the joy of life.'
 
 259 
 
 CHAPTEE XII 
 Beelzebub's colours 
 
 The first race was over when Elsie and Blake 
 reached the course. What could they have 
 been talking about during that homeward 
 ride, to make them linger so long ? She had 
 a bunch of wild jasmine in her bodice, which 
 he had gathered for her, and she had promised 
 him more dances than she could remember. 
 
 Lady Horace looked distressed. ' Oh, 
 Elsie, don't flirt with that man,' she whispered 
 to her sister, repeating the former frightened 
 adjuration. ' I know that it will bring you 
 harm. Don't make poor Frank unhappy.' 
 
 ' You seem to think a great deal more of 
 Frank's happiness, or unhappiness, than you
 
 26o OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 do of mine, Ina,' said Elsie poutingly. ' It's 
 enough to make Horace jealous.' 
 
 Lady Horace flushed deeply. ' Don't say 
 that ; don't ever say that,' she exclaimed. 
 ' You have no right to say such a thing.' 
 
 ' Horace is jealous, is he ? ' exclaimed Elsie. 
 ' Well, that's better at any rate than being 
 sulky over his dinner, or running after that 
 horrid Mrs. AUanby.' 
 
 Lord Horace, however, certainly showed 
 no signs of jealousy. He was in very high 
 spirits, for he had won his first bet, and he had 
 tacked himself to pretty Mrs. Allanby, who 
 was delighted to have a chance of revenging 
 herself on Elsie and her belongings. Blake 
 avoided Elsie for the rest of the day. 
 
 The girl wondered why, and showed that 
 she did not care, by flirting extravagantly 
 with every man who came near her. She 
 gave Frank Hallett no opportunity for a
 
 BEELZEBUB'S COLOURS 261 
 
 tete-a-tete^ and made Dominic Trant radiant 
 by accepting his very pronounced attentions, 
 with every sign of pleasure. It was Dominic 
 Trant who sat next her at kincheon, and who 
 mounted her again when luncheon was over. 
 Dominic Trant was in high feather, for he 
 had won two races, and expected to win 
 several more. 
 
 The Luya Cup Eace, the great event of 
 the day, came after luncheon. Each horse 
 was ridden by its owner, and most of the near 
 stations and of the larger selections of the 
 Luya were represented in the entrances. It 
 was supposed that Frank Hallett would be the 
 winner, on Gipsy Girl, but a good many 
 backed Trant. Elsie wondered whether 
 Blake intended to run Osman and to ride him. 
 It was not till the last moment that she was 
 certain. Just before the horses came into 
 line he rode out on a beautiful black, which
 
 262 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 was certainly Osman, only that equally certain 
 Osman had no white star on his forehead. 
 She remembered this distinctly. Blake looked 
 very well in his crimson and black colours. 
 He seemed a part of the horse, and the fiery 
 creature answered to his touch as though 
 there were a complete sympathy between 
 them. 
 
 The race was an exciting one. Frank 
 Hallett took the lead with Gipsy Girl, but 
 half-way round Dominic Trant passed him. 
 Blake followed close. The others were in a 
 bunch, Lord Horace keeping up pretty well, 
 but gradually slackening, and one or two very 
 soon giving up altogether. Again Gipsy Girl 
 got the lead. It was evident that Trant's 
 horse was flagging, and that Blake was holding 
 in. But a quarter of a mile from the winning 
 post, the black shot forward. For a little 
 way he and Gipsy Girl were neck and neck.
 
 BEELZEBUB'S COLOURS TJb^ 
 
 The pace was tremendous. Both men were 
 bowed almost to the horses' necks. Gipsy 
 Girl's sides were streaming, where Hallett had 
 dug in his spurs. The black was scarcely 
 blown. Close to the post he darted ahead, 
 and Blake came in an easy winner. 
 
 There was a great deal of talk about the 
 horse, which Elsie saw had been entered as 
 Osman. As soon as the weighing and examin- 
 ation were over, his cloth was thrown on 
 again, and Sam Shehan led him away from 
 the course. 
 
 It was said that he had been stabled the 
 night before in an old shepherd's hut across 
 the river, and that Sam Shehan was so fright- 
 ened of his being tampered with, that he and 
 the half-castes had sat up all night to watch 
 him. 
 
 When Blake came to the enclosure, where 
 the Tunimbah ladies had mostly stationed
 
 264 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 themselves, Elsie congratulated him very 
 sweetly. 
 
 ' I feel a particular and personal interest 
 in Osman/ she said, ' since it was through him 
 that I first made your acquaintance. But I 
 have been so puzzled. I felt certain that he 
 had no white mark on his forehead. I re- 
 member thinking that he looked quite un- 
 canny in his blackness.' 
 
 'You must have forgotten,' said Blake 
 quietly, and presently left her to go and talk 
 to Mrs. Jem Hallett. 
 
 ' I seem fated to receive your condolences 
 on Mr. Blake's victories,' said Frank Hallett. 
 ' He is always the triumphant hero.' 
 
 He laughed as he spoke, but there was a 
 shade of bitterness in his tone. 
 
 Elsie wore black and crimson that night. 
 Lady Horace declared that people would think 
 she did so on purpose, as a tribute to Blake,
 
 BEELZEBUB'S COLOURS 265 
 
 the winner, and tried to persuade her to put 
 on an old white gown instead. But Elsie 
 would not. ' I did not know that they were 
 Mr. Blake's colours,' she answered. ' And 
 let people think what they like.' 
 
 Dinner to-night was in a tent in the 
 courtyard, for the dance was to be a more 
 important affair than on the previous evening, 
 and the woolshed was being prepared as a 
 ball-room. Frank Hallett was very busy, 
 when the ladies came out into the verandah, 
 superintending the placing of Chinese lanterns, 
 which were hung upon the bunya trees, and 
 marked the way to the woolshed. Frank 
 came up to Elsie. ' Will you do something 
 to please my mother? Will you let her see 
 you in your ball dress ? You know she never 
 appears at this sort of thing.' 
 
 ' Of course I will, and I will come at once, 
 or after dinner — whichever she likes best.'
 
 266 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' Then will you come now ? For the dear 
 old lady goes to bed at nine o'clock, and we 
 shall not have got over the speeches by then.' 
 
 Elsie and he went out at the garden gate, 
 and walked to old Mrs. Hallett's cottage, 
 which was on the brow of the hill, overlooking 
 the lacfoon, not a stone's throw from the house. 
 The old lady was in very feeble health, and 
 lived the most retired life possible. She very 
 rarely came to the big house, but Frank, who 
 was devoted to his mother, spent the greater 
 part of his evenings with her, and always 
 lunched at the cottage when he was not out on 
 the run. People watched them as they went 
 across, and Elsie wondered what Blake would 
 think, for she knew it would be said that this 
 was a visit of an affianced pair. The thought 
 made her cheeks burn, but gave her at the 
 same time a Uttle thrill of triumph, for she 
 knew that Lady Garfit would be annoyed.
 
 BEELZEBUB'S COLOURS 267 
 
 Mrs. Hallett was sitting in her verandah, 
 looking at the sunset, which was gorgeous 
 over Mount Luya, and watching the stir and 
 bustle at the head station. She was a hand- 
 some old woman, with hard features and 
 snow-white hair. She had a vacant smile, 
 which contrasted oddly with her otherwise 
 severe face. Her brain was weakened a little, 
 and it was for this reason that she did not 
 mix much with the world ; moreover, she was 
 not fond of Mrs. Jem. 
 
 She stroked Elsie's dress, and looked at 
 her with her blank smile, which was pathetic 
 in its vacuity. ' You're a bonny creature,' 
 she said. ' It's a pity you're so frivolous. I 
 believe your sister is worth two of you.' 
 
 ' Mother ! ' exclaimed Frank. 
 
 * But you're quite right, Mrs. Hallett,' said 
 Elsie. ' Ina is worth a hundred of me.' 
 
 ' It's a pity you let her marry that fliberty-
 
 268 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 gibbet of a lord,' said Mrs. Hallett, ' but 
 you've been badly brought up, and that's 
 what I'm always telling Frank. I remember 
 your mother quite well, when your father 
 was alive, and scab inspector on the Luya. 
 She was a pretty woman too, and you're like 
 her ; but she hadn't a great deal of sense, and 
 I think you take after her.' 
 
 'Eeally, Mrs. Hallett, I think it is very 
 unkind of you to bring me here to scold me, 
 and abuse my mother,' said Elsie with a 
 laugh. 'But now, won't you forgive me, and 
 wish me a merry evening ? See, I've brought 
 you a rose.' 
 
 The girl knelt down, and tendered her 
 little offering with a bewitching humility, 
 that made Frank Hallett adore her. 'The 
 old lady doesn't mean a word of it,' he said, 
 ' and you're an angel. Miss Valliant.' 
 
 ' There are two kinds of angels,' said Mrs.
 
 BEELZEBUB'S COLOURS 269 
 
 Hallett, ' and you're in Beelzebub's colours, my 
 dear. But you look lovely all the same, and 
 I don't wonder that all the men are running 
 after you. That's what Lady Garfit tells 
 me.' 
 
 ' Oh, so the Garfits have been here to see 
 you,' said Elsie piqued. 'Well, Eose Garfit 
 is a practical and a substantial ang^l, and she 
 ought to be just what you like.' 
 
 ' So she is. I Hke her better than you, 
 but then Frank doesn't, my love, and that's 
 the mischief. Lady Garfit says you're a flirt, and 
 that you are getting yourself talked about with 
 those Barolin men. Now just come here, and 
 stoop down close. I want to see something.' 
 
 Elsie did as she told her. The old lady 
 solemnly wiped her spectacles, and took out 
 her handkerchief, and rubbed Elsie's rose-pink 
 cheek. 
 
 ' Lady Garfit says you're rouged.'
 
 270 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 ' But you see that I'm not.' 
 
 ' There's no telhng. Eose Garfit — no, it 
 was Minnie Pryde, or Mrs. Jem said it — some 
 of you Leichardt's Town girls crush up 
 geranium leaves, and rub your cheeks with 
 them, and it doesn't come off on the hand- 
 kerchief.' 
 
 ' I'll go,' cried Elsie rising. ' And if I do 
 rouge, and if I flirt, Mrs. Hallett, and if I'm 
 horrid altogether, you're well rid of me. 
 And I'm going back to Leichardt's Town Very 
 soon, and you won't see me till the spring, 
 when we are all coming up to picnic at Barolin 
 Falls, and perhaps by then you'll have 
 forgiven me.' 
 
 She kissed her hand and bounded off the 
 verandah, pulhng her cloak over her head. 
 Frank followed, but he was detained for a 
 few moments by his mother. Blake was 
 waiting at the entrance of the tent, having
 
 BEELZEBUB S COLOURS i-ji 
 
 the start, and took Elsie into dinner, and 
 Frank was vexed with his mother. 
 
 It was a long repast, made longer by the 
 speeches. The health of Mr. and Mrs. Jem 
 was drunk, and an appropriate speech was 
 made by the oldest resident on the Luya, 
 calling attention to the auspicious occasion, 
 and wishing them a silver and a golden 
 wedding. And there were many more toasts, 
 and among them the health of Osman, winner 
 of the Luya Cup ; and the cup was filled with 
 champagne, and handed from each to each, 
 Blake himself drinking after Elsie's lips had 
 touched the goblet. 
 
 ' I drink to our first meeting,' said he in a 
 low tone, audible only to her. 
 
 The lanterns were all ahght when they 
 left the tent, and the musicians had already 
 struck up in the woolshed. It was a curious 
 and fairy-like scene, the array of coloured
 
 272 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 lamps, the solemn bunyas in the dimness of 
 night, and in their density of foliage, almost 
 like pyramids of green marble ; the leaden 
 lagoon reflecting the pale stars above and 
 the red fires of the camp below, the shadowy 
 expanse of plain, and the darker patches of 
 scrub and bush, with the rugged mountain 
 beyond — Luya — and the two needles of the 
 Burrum, against the deep mysterious sky, 
 dotted with its myriads of stars, and showing 
 all the beautiful southern constellations. The 
 moon had not risen yet, but its appearance 
 could hardly add any greater glory to the 
 night. Blake got Elsie a programme, and 
 wrote his initials against various waltzes. 
 Frank Hallett watched him doing this with 
 envy and jealousy tearing at his heart. He 
 was an outsider, one among the men who 
 waited, as she stood on the steps of the 
 woolshed, to ask her for a dance.
 
 BEELZEBUB'S COLOURS 273 
 
 ' Please let me pass,' said Lady Garfit 
 sourly, as she convoyed her daughter. ' Mr. 
 Frank Hallett, I am sure you will give your arm 
 to Eose. Miss Valliant's would-be partners 
 make quite a block in the gangway.' 
 
 There was a general clearance. 
 
 ' I beg your pardon,' said Elsie innocently. 
 ' But you know, I can't help people asking 
 me to dance, can I ? ' 
 
 Lady Garfit did not vouchsafe a reply. 
 
 ' You must feel like a queen holding a 
 court,' said Trant, who had pushed his way 
 close to her. 
 
 ' Oh ! ' she exclaimed, ' Lady Garfit makes 
 me feel hke a beggar-maid dressed up. Xo, 
 Mr. Trant, you mustn't put your name down 
 so many times. Only once, please. I have 
 promised to keep some for Mr. Frank 
 Hallett; 
 
 Trant's eyes flamed. He left her sulkily. 
 
 VOL. I. T
 
 274 OUTLAW AND LAWMAKER 
 
 When the time came for his dance, he did not 
 appear to claim it, and Elsie danced it with 
 Blake. Nor did he come to make apologies. 
 Elsie would have been ofiended if she had 
 not noticed that his eyes glowered upon her 
 whenever she turned hers towards him, and 
 his anger, she felt, was a tribute to her 
 power. 
 
 Just then, however, when Frank re- 
 turned, he was made almost happy by the 
 radiant smile with which Elsie showed him 
 the blanks. 
 
 Oh yes, it was a triumphant evening for 
 vain Elsie. She was the belle of the room. 
 Eose Garfit was nowhere, and Mrs. Allanby 
 quite out in the cold. 
 
 The sense of conquest was intoxicating. 
 All the men present whom she considered 
 worth captivating she had reduced to abject 
 subjection. Never in her life had she so
 
 BEELZEBUB'S COLOURS 275 
 
 tliorouglily enjoyed herself. Perhaps the en- 
 joyment was all the more intense because 
 there mingled with her triumph and elation 
 a strange sense of dread, a certain vague 
 pain and expectancy which gave a keener 
 edge to life, and might have been the thrill of 
 a new sense. And it was true. There were 
 awakening in her sensations she had never 
 known. It was as if she had now taken a 
 plunge into new deep waters, when all her 
 life she had been floating on a shallow sun- 
 lit stream. 
 
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 Beckoning Hand, 
 
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 The New Republic. 
 
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 Written in Fire. 
 
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 Haifa dozen Daughters. 
 
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 Touch and Go. i Mr. Dorillion. 
 
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 Hathercourt Rectory. 
 
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 Coals of Fire. I Way of the V/orld. 
 
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 Paul Jones's Alias. 
 Ihe Bishops' Bible. 
 
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 A Game of Bluff. 
 
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 Lr. Bernard St. Yiacent. 
 
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 Tlifi Greatest Heiress in England. 
 
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 Strathmore. 
 
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 Syrlin. 
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 Murphy's Master. 
 
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 Foster Brothers. 
 
 Found Dead. 
 
 Best of Husbands. 
 
 Walter's Word. j 
 
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 Fallen Fortunes. 
 
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 Lost Sir Massingberd. 
 
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 Gwendoline's Ha-vest. 
 
 Like Father, Like Son. 
 
 Married Beneath Bin-, 
 
 Not ^Voosd, but Won. 
 
 Less Black than We're Painted. 
 
 A Confidential Agent. 
 
 Some Private Views. 
 
 A Grape from a Thorn. 
 
 Glov/worm Tales. 
 
 Th2 Mystery of Mirbridga. 
 
 Tiie Burnt Million. 
 
 The Word and the WiH. 
 
 A Prince of the Blood. 
 
 Sunny Stories. 
 
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 Lady Lovelace. 
 
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 The Mystery of Marie Roget. 
 
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 Yalentina. I The Foreigners. 
 
 Mrs, Lancaster's Rival. | Gerald.
 
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 Miss Maxwell's Affections. 
 
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 The Double Marriage. 
 
 Love Me Little, Love Me Long. 
 
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 The Course of True Love. 
 
 Autobiography/of a Thief. 
 
 A Terrible Temptation. 
 
 The Wandering Heir. I Hard Cash. 
 
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 Good Stories of Men and other Animals. 
 
 Peg Woffington. A Simpleton. 
 
 Griffith Gaunt. Readiana. 
 
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