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The Bushranger's Secret

The Bushranger's Secret

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The Bushranger's Secret



BY

MRS. HENRY CLARKE


Author of "The Ravensworth Scholarship"
"The Mystery of the Manor House" &c.




ILLUSTRATED BY W. S. STACEY




BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED
GLASGOW AND BOMBAY

Printed and bound in Great Britain




BOOKS OF THIS SERIES


BOYS

The War of the Axe.                    J. Percy-Groves.
Hammond's Hard Lines.                  Skelton Kuppord.
The Bushranger's Secret.               Mrs. Henry Clarke.
The Penang Pirate.                     John C. Hutcheson.
In the Hands of the Malays.            G. A. Henty.
In the Hands of the Cave Dwellers.     G. A. Henty.
Dick Chester.                          G. I. Whitham.
For the Old School.                    Florence Coombe.
Sturdy and Strong.                     G. A. Henty.
Marooned on Australia.                 E. Favenc.
In the Great White Land.               Dr. Gordon Stables, R.N.
The Captured Cruiser.                  C. J. Cutcliffe Hyne.
Westward with Columbus.                Dr. Gordon Stables, R.N.
Hal Hungerford.                        J. R. Hutchinson.
Dr. Jolliffe's Boys.                   Lewis Hough.
Olaf the Glorious.                     Robert Leighton.

GIRLS

The Two Dorothys.                      Mrs. Herbert Martin.
Susan.                                 Amy Walton.
The Hawthorns.                         Amy Walton.
Penelope and the Others.               Amy Walton.
The Ravensworth Scholarship.           Mrs. Henry Clarke.
The Eversley Secrets.                  Evelyn Everett-Green.
The Mystery of Kittle-Boy.             Jennie Chappell.
A Soldier's Daughter.                  G. A. Henty.
Comrades from Canada.                  May Wynne.
An Unexpected Hero.                    Elizabeth J. Lysaght.
The Ferry House Girls.                 Bessie Marchant.
Meg's Friend.                          Alice Corkran.


BOYS AND GIRLS

Into the Haven.                        Annie S. Swan.
A Pair of Clogs, and other Stories.    Amy Walton.
That Merry Crew.                       Florence Coombe.
Our Friend Jim.                        Geraldine Mockler.
The House of the Five Poplars.         Lucy Crump.
Three Bears and Gwen.                  May Wynne.
Tony's Chums.                          May Wynne.
When Auntie Lil took Charge.           May Wynne.
The Eagle's Nest.                      S. E. Cartwright.
Three's Company.                       May Wynne.
The Lady Isobel.                       Eliza F. Pollard.


BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED
LONDON GLASGOW BOMBAY




CONTENTS.


Chap.
I.    A Fugitive
II.    Tempted!
III.    At Warrandilla
IV.    In Quest of Treasure
V.    Deadman's Gully
VI.    The Treasure Found
VII.    Deserted!
VIII.    Lost in the Bush
IX.    Facing Death
X.    A Grim Sort of Picnic
XI.    A Ruthless Villain
XII.    Under Green Boughs




ILLUSTRATIONS


"SO YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME TO THE CROWS" . . . . . . Frontispiece

"HERE, GIVE IT ME BACK," SAID THE BUSHRANGER

THE MEETING IN "DEADMAN'S GULLY"

A TREACHEROUS BLOW




THE BUSHRANGER'S SECRET



CHAPTER I.

A FUGITIVE.

Two men were sitting together in a small outlying hut on one of the great grazing farms of South Australia. The hut was a comfortless place. The floor was of beaten earth. Two bunks for sleeping were fixed to the log wall. Above one of the bunks hung the framed photograph of a comely woman, with two bright-faced lads leaning against her. It was the only picture on the walls. A rough table stood opposite the window, and behind the table was a wooden bench. Above the bench there was a shelf, and a stand for guns.

The men were sitting on the bench. They had not long returned from a hard day's riding. The elder man was leaning back against the wall in a heavy sleep. The other, a slender, dark-eyed fellow, hardly more than a lad, was looking at him with a gloomy contemptuous irritation in his glance.

"Better asleep than awake, though," he muttered to himself, after a moment. "What can he

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