The partisans10 of either side were noisily arranging as to who should act as timekeeper and who as referee11, when the swing-doors leading into the verandah opened, and a newcomer, such as is not often seen in the Bush, entered the bar. That he was a swell12 and a new chum admitted of no doubt. He was tall, handsome, with a long wavy13 moustache, slimly built, wore English riding breeches, that is to say, tight at the knees and baggy14 above, and sported an eyeglass in his left eye. What was more extraordinary still, he actually wore gloves, just for all the world as if he were doing the block in Collins Street on a summer afternoon. He strolled across the floor without apparently15 noticing what was going on, and approached the counter. The landlord rose to greet him, whereupon the stranger inquired whether he could be accommodated with a room for the night. On being answered in the affirmative, he called for a glass of whisky, lit a cigarette, and turned to watch what was going forward between Milligan and myself. Though it has taken some time to tell all this, in reality it occupied only a few minutes. It was sufficient, however, to distract the attention of the company for the time being from my enemy and myself, and you may be sure this was not at all to Milligan’s liking16. To adopt a theatrical17 expression, he was playing to the gallery, and liked to “have the limelight full upon himself.”
However interesting it might prove to some people, it is not my intention to give a detailed18 description of what occurred during the ensuing quarter of an hour. Let it suffice that if our respective supporters wanted a fight for their money, they got it and to spare. We were both fully19 aware that our future peace and comfort depended entirely21 on the issue of the struggle, and that the vanquished22 would have to sing small for the remainder of his residence in the neighbourhood. That at least was enough to make each of us do his utmost to come out on top, as they say in the Bush.
That the Tipperary Boy was wanting in pluck no one, not even his bitterest enemy, could have said. He fought, if not with skill, at least with dogged determination. He had a fist like a sledge23 hammer, but he lacked science. At the end of ten minutes he was out of breath, and at the end of a quarter of an hour he lay like a log on the floor, and several of his most enthusiastic supporters, who had championed his cause through fear, were hastening to assure me that they had only done so in order to insure his getting the licking he had so long deserved. That is the way of the world. Had I come out underneath24, doubtless my so-called friends would have behaved in exactly the same way to my antagonist25.
Having put on my coat, I walked across to where my late opponent was seated and held out my hand to him. “Shake hands, Milligan,” I said; “let bygones be bygones. If you are willing, I am quite sure I am.”
“Good for you,” he answered promptly26, and took my hand as he spoke27. “What’s more, since you take it this way, I don’t mind owning up that I was wrong to speak of the lady the way I did. If there’s any man hereabouts who thinks otherwise, just let him step out and say so, and I’ll show him that the Tipperary Boy can give a beating as well as take one. Where is he now?”
There was no answer to his question, which seemed to prove that the justice of his assertion was admitted by all. He thereupon invited me to drink with him, and needless to say I did not refuse. Since he took the matter so well, it would have been the most foolish policy possible on my part to have done so. We accordingly drank with the customary “here’s luck,” and here the matter ended to our own and everybody else’s complete satisfaction--always excepting those who had their own private grudges28 against myself, and who, doubtless for that reason, would very willingly have seen me vanquished.
At last that extraordinary evening came to an end, and one by one the company dispersed29 to their various homes. The storm still continued with increased rather than abated30 violence, and as I had done more than once before that night, I thanked my good fortune that I was not camped out in it.
When old Dick Grebur, the principal storekeeper, who was invariably the last to take his departure, had bade us good-night and gone out, we, the landlord, the stranger, and I, drew our chairs up to the fire and relit our pipes. It was then that I had the first real opportunity of observing the newcomer. In view of the story I have to tell, a short description of him may not be amiss. I have already said that there could be no sort of doubt as to the fact of his being a new chum. It was written on his face, his clothes, and more than all on his manners. Among other characteristics, he was the possessor of a curious drawl, combined with a strange clipping of his terminal “g’s,” which I have since been told is considered correct in a certain section of English society.
His face was in a measure handsome; the forehead, however, was perhaps scarcely as broad as it might have been, while the eyes were set a trifle too close together to be really pleasing. A heavy moustache hid his mouth. His hands, I remember noticing, were long from wrist to knuckle31, but were spoilt by the fingers, which were short almost to the verge32 of deformity. They were also coarse and thick, and I noticed that the left hand had been broken at some time or other.
“Do you often have these little affairs of honour, may I ask?” he inquired when the door had closed on Grebur and we had settled down to our pipes. “I had an idea that this eminently33 satisfactory way of settling one’s differences of opinion had quite ceased to exist. Gone out, in fact, with the citizens of Roarin’ Camp, Sandy Bar, Jack34, and all that Old Tenessee sort of thing, don’t you know? I never thought I should have the good fortune to come across it in Australia. I had an idea that you contented35 yourselves with kangaroo huntin’, ridin’ buck36 jumpers, and all that sort of thing.”
For the life of me I did not quite know how to take this speech. It seemed as if he were slyly poking37 fun at me, and yet his face was all seriousness, his manner as courteous38 as I had any right to expect it to be. From some remark he let fall, I discovered that his name was Vandergrave, and that he had come to Australia from England, via America and Japan. He had always had a longing39 to see something of the Australian Bush, he said, and he had been advised that Northern Queensland would show it to him as no other part of the Island Continent could do. After a time he began to ask questions concerning our own particular neighbourhood, the size and number of the various stations, and their owners’ names. Before I could do or say anything to prevent him, the landlord had informed him that I was part owner of two of the largest properties in the district, which he described after his own fashion as being “out and away tip-top, and don’t you forget it.” Queensland hospitality, and indeed for that matter of the Bush generally, is proverbial, so that under the circumstances I had no option but to inform him that if he should chance to be in our neighbourhood it would give both my partner and myself great pleasure to put him up, and to show all there was to be seen.
“Your partner’s name I think you said was--?”
“Flaxman,” I replied, though I could not for the life of me remember having mentioned it before.
“Ah! yes! Flaxman, of course--a rather unusual name,” he replied. “Well, it’s really very kind of you to offer me your hospitality, and if fortune should bring me in your direction I shall avail myself of the chance of seeing your runs. Like most Globe trotters, I am writing an account of my travels, and information obtained first hand is, of course, very valuable and occasionally hard to obtain. And now, if you will excuse me, I think I will bid you ‘goodnight.’ I have had a long day in the saddle, and I am not so accustomed to it as you Australians are.”
Having knocked the ashes out of his pipe, he left the bar, and the landlord and I very soon followed his example. My head was still ringing from one of Milligan’s blows, and as I contemplated41 myself in the little glass on my dressing42 table (an old packing-case draped with gaudy43 chintz), I reflected that I should probably have a very fair sample of a bruise44 to exhibit to my friends on the morrow.
The storm had continued raging all the day, and as night set in it became worse than ever, and the wind howled and shrieked45 around as if it were anxious to tear the ramshackle wooden building to pieces. Again I thanked my luck that I had a roof over my head, to say nothing of a nice warm bed to curl myself up in. I blew out my candle and composed myself for slumber46, but sleep would not come. I began to think of Moira and of my love for her--where she was, what she was doing? Had she, as I supposed, gone out of my life for ever, and was the man whom I had looked upon as my best friend the traitor47? Whether my fight with Milligan had knocked sense into me or not, I could not say; I only know that to my great surprise I found myself thinking of Flaxman in a more kindly48 spirit than I had done for a long time past. I remembered his gentle ways and his undoubted affection for my unworthy self. It had seemed scarcely anything at the time; now, however, it produced a very different effect upon me. Could it be that I had been mistaken after all, and that Moira had left Montalta for some other reason? The more I thought of this, the more it seemed borne in upon me that it behoved me to make some attempt to repair the breach50 that my own stupidity had made between us. Then, working together, we could surely arrange some scheme for Moira’s future welfare and happiness.
The rubicon once passed, I was able to look at the matter from a point of view that only a few hours before I should have considered impossible. Any way I regarded it, one thing was as clear as noonday, and that was the fact that Flaxman was a thousand times better fitted to make her happy than I was. On that score there could be no sort of doubt.
How long I lay thinking of this I cannot say, it may have been an hour, it may possibly have been more. At any rate I fell asleep over it. I could not have slumbered51 very long before I was awakened52 by someone shaking me violently by the shoulder. With the instinct of self-preservation, I hit out with all my strength, and was rewarded by hearing a loud crash and the sudden extinction53 of a light which had just begun to break upon my half-opened eyes.
“Well, I’ll be jiggered,” remarked a voice in the darkness, that I instantly recognised as my landlord’s. “Here I come to call him an’ to tell him there’s a friend to see him, and he knocks me head over heels on to my own crockery. Seven an’ six won’t pay for what you’ve broke, my beauty.”
I struck a match and set my own candle going. If I had not been angry at his disturbing me, the picture would have been an amusing one, for my companion and host was seated, clad only in his night apparel, in a pool of water on the floor, caressing54 what remained of the broken pitcher55 and surrounded by fragments of assorted56 china ware20. There was an expression of indignation on his usually placid57 countenance58.
“What on earth is the matter?” I inquired, sitting up in bed to look at him. “Have you taken leave of your senses that you come and wake me up at this time of night?”
“Leave of my senses be hanged,” he retorted. “I was only doing you a kindness. Here’s your partner, Mr. Flaxman, turned up looking for you. By the state he’s in I should say he’s been bushed59. I thought, maybe, you’d like to know it, but it seems I was mistaken.”
“Flaxman here?” I cried, scarcely able to believe my own ears. “What the deuce does this mean?”
“You’d best get up and find out,” was the landlord’s laconic60 reply. “Meantime, look out where you tread, for the floor’s just covered with pieces. If folks would think before they hit out there wouldn’t be so much mischief61 done in the world. That’s the way I look at it myself.”
Before he had finished speaking I was out of bed, pulling on my clothes with feverish62 haste. What on earth had brought Flaxman to the township, and at such an hour of the night? Had he been bushed, as the landlord suggested, or had he really come in search of me? However, I should very soon know.
As may be supposed, my dressing did not take long, and I was presently following my host down the wooden passage to the bar. There I found Flaxman, standing63 in a pool of water which was draining from his soaked clothes. A more miserable64 picture than he presented at that moment I don’t know that I have ever seen. His hair, which he always wore somewhat long, was wet and dishevelled, his face was white and drawn65, while his great dark eyes seemed to have sunk further into his head than was natural. He was standing before what remained of the fire, evidently awaiting my coming with no small amount of impatience66. Directly he saw me he hastened forward with outstretched hands.
“My dear old fellow,” he cried, “forgive me for coming to you at such an hour of the night. But I felt that I must do so. My life was growing unendurable. Another day would have made me a fit patient for a lunatic asylum67.”
At this point the landlord left us alone together, but not before he had mixed a couple of hot grogs. If ever a man stood in need of one, Flaxman was certainly that one. With his hand in mine all my old liking for him returned. Instinctively68 I felt there was no longer any reason why I should doubt him.
“But what has brought you?” I asked. “You do not mean to tell me that you have ridden all this way and on such a night simply to see me? You might have met your death in the scrub.”
This was perfectly69 true, for I knew that had he lived to be a hundred nothing would ever have made a Bushman of him.
“I could not wait,” he replied. “I have had some news of Moira, and it has frightened me more than I can say.”
“What is it?” I asked, with a catch in my throat and a sudden feeling of nausea70, that told of the intense anxiety which I laboured under when I heard his disquieting71 words. Standing before him, with my fists clenched72 tightly and every nerve in my system strained to the utmost, I was prepared for news of the direst intent, knowing only too well that Flaxman would never have undertaken the risk of such a wild night-ride in this fearful weather unless the situation was one of the utmost importance, and moreover remembering, as I did, the nature of our parting only the night before, As I looked at the haggard, deathly-white faced man who stood before me, I cursed myself inwardly that I had treated him so badly by allowing my jealousy73 to get the upper hand of me, and in one bitter moment to undo49 the best and sincerest friendship that two men could form. Now I felt that I would have given my right hand to have been able to recall the words that I had so rashly given vent40 to, for I had stabbed both his heart and my own, the hurt of which could never be entirely cured.
Gazing into the weary eyes, with their deep black rims74 showing only too well the mental and physical strain that he had suffered, and was suffering, all my old affection for the man returned, and the longing to be forgiven for the wrong that I now knew I had done him filled my heart.
“Flaxman,” I cried, the tears welling up in my eyes as I did so, “I have been a brute75, a jealous, cruel brute, I know, and I cannot expect you to look at my conduct in any other light, but can you ever forgive me? I know I don’t deserve to be spoken to again, but I realise now what it would be to lose your friendship for ever. It is my jealousy that goads76 me on and makes me do and say things that are unworthy and unjust. I hate myself for it more than I can say, but I could not bear that Moira should love you more than she did me. Now I see clearer that you are the better man to make her happy.”
“Hush77, hush, George,” he replied, “you must not talk like this, you don’t know what you are saying; to-morrow, yes, tomorrow, when I am better and calmer, I will tell you all, so that you may judge for yourself. Now, what I want is your forgiveness and help; you know that you have mine. We must not quarrel, old boy; life is too serious and too short. We must never allow anything to come between us in our friendship. No, not even a woman, not the most beautiful woman in the world, must we?”
He held out his hand, I took it in both of mine, and neither of us spoke. I knew that his kindly, sweet nature had forgiven me. To my dying day I shall remember the episode; it is burnt into my brain as with a branding iron.
After a few moments of silence had passed, I pulled myself together, and bringing a big wicker chair forward pushed him into it.
“Now tell me your bad news. I can bear it, only let me hear everything. Is--is Moira dead?”
As I uttered the last words there came over me a feeling of dread78 that was indescribable, a feeling that sent a chill through me and made me shudder79. In my mind I seemed to picture the body of Moira lying dead at my feet--Moira, the girl who had entered so eventfully into my existence, and whom I had learned to love so dearly. The mere80 thought of her death was enough to terrify me.
Flaxman was quick to notice the effect of my words, for he replied:--
“I am afraid that I distressed81 you more than was necessary, but the strain I have gone through lately has greatly affected82 me. Perhaps it is not as bad as I imagine.”
“But you don’t tell me, old man,” I cried impatiently. “How on earth can I be expected to judge; come, tell me--is she dead?”
“Not yet, I think, but very, very seriously ill.”
“Where?”
“Well, I will explain all. Yesterday afternoon I was worn out with worry and anxiety, and had a bad headache, so I went to my room and lay down; after a while I fell into a doze83. Suddenly I was awakened by hearing someone walking along the verandah outside my window. Thinking nothing of this, putting it down to one of the hands, I turned over and tried to go to sleep again. Then there came a tremendous growling84 and barking from Judy at the other end of the verandah. I was off the bed in a second, and out of the window like a shot, just in time to see a big man come stealthily out of Moira’s room. Directly he caught sight of me he made off, followed by the dog.
“It did not take me long to be on his track, you may be sure, for I at once realised that he was not a desirable character from the appearance he possessed85. I can describe him exactly; in fact, I could pick him out of a hundred men with the greatest ease. He is very tall, I should say about six foot six, very broad, with rough red beard, and bushy eyebrows86 and big ears standing out; he wore a dirty red shirt, very much patched, and a battered87 hat with a hole in the crown as if a shot had gone through it. I noted88 all this as I ran after him, with Judy at his heels growling away and showing her teeth pretty seriously, I can tell you.”
“Well, go on,” I said eagerly, as he paused to take a drink.
“Judy was too troublesome for him,” he continued, “so turning round suddenly he swung his whip and caught her clean on the skull89, which knocked her out at once. If I had only got a six-shooter I should have shot him dead then and there, the brute.”
“Did it kill her?” I asked anxiously, for she was a favourite terrier, and there’s nothing that a man dislikes so much as another man killing90 his favourite dog.
“No, she’s all right again, but it was a bad blow given by a dexterous91 hand that makes no mistakes. However, to continue, I called loudly for assistance as I ran on, and Blake, hearing me call, came running forward to stop the ruffian, but, as they met, he received a blow which knocked him out. I could not wait to attend to Blake, as I saw the chance now of getting the man into my power, for he stopped and looked about as if searching for something; as he did so, I noticed his horse tied to a tree, slightly to my right. Evidently in the excitement he had gone too far, and my opportunity had occurred, so I at once started off to get to the beast first. I was a bit of a sprinter92 when I was at the ‘Varsity, and you may be certain I did my little best at this moment. I fairly flew over the ground; the man saw his mistake and came after me like a flash, and I can assure you no race run at any athletic93 sports in the world could have been more exciting or more straining. That he was gaining upon me at every step was certain, and as I tore on I seemed to feel his hot breath upon the back of my neck, while I imagined him raising the heavy whip, that had already done so much damage, to bring the butt94 end down with a thud on my head--that made me move on without a doubt. I was about ten yards from the horse, who was standing with ears forward, as if taking the keenest interest in the exciting race going on before him, and it needed only a great effort on my part to get to him first, for the man was still some distance away, although in my anxiety I had imagined him nearer. Just as I reached the animal, and was about to untie95 the reins96 I heard a thud, and looking round saw that the fellow had tripped and fallen. In the twinkling of an eye I was upon him, and then began such a struggle as I am never likely to go through again.
“It did not take me long to realise that I had met with an antagonist of no mean order. He had fallen on his face, and this had slightly knocked the breath out of him, together with the hard run he had been through.
“By the time I got to him he was on his hands and knees, and I immediately set to work to use all the old wrestling arts that I knew as a younger man in my Cornish home.
“But it was perfectly obvious to me that I was no match for this ugly customer. He held himself in reserve, to regain97 his wind and strength, and I felt that I stood as little chance of securing him as a child would against a grown man. In a shorter time than it takes to tell I was fairly beaten, and at his mercy.
“He now was kneeling upon my chest, and it seemed that every bone would break with his weight. I saw him looking round for his whip, which he dropped when he fell; his left hand clutched my throat; and then I saw him raise the weapon by the thong98 end, and I heard him hiss99 through his clenched teeth, ‘Curse you, I’ll teach you to interfere100 with me,’ when the whip butt descended101 on my luckless head, and I knew no more.
“When I came to myself I found Snowball kneeling by my side. I felt deucedly bad in the head, I can tell you, for on putting my hand to my brow I discovered that I had a lump as big as an egg there, and, judging from the skill with which he wielded102 the weapon, my friend of the red beard must have used all his power upon my poor cranium.
“Looking about in a dazed fashion, I could see no sign whatever of my adversary or his horse; both had long since departed, leaving me to look after myself. Poor Snowball was extremely concerned as to the state of my health, and did all in his power to make my position as comfortable as he could. I gleaned103 the information that he was on his way to the station to bring me news of Moira, when, to his great alarm, he saw the big man galloping104 like fury towards him. It did not take him a second to lie prone105 as a snake and let horse and rider go past him. At this juncture106 I fainted, and did not regain consciousness until I found myself upon my bed. After an hour or two I was better and able to get up and send for Snowball.
“It appears that when Moira left the station he followed her, for, as you know, he is devoted107 to her. She was making an effort to get to the coach route, when this ruffian rode up, and after an angry conversation, knocked her down with his whip, and, after robbing her, mounted and made off. As they were only a short distance from the grog shanty108 that Snowball knows so well, he made all speed, obtained help, and fetched her to the place in an unconscious condition. He then started off to give us information, only to find me in the same state, and through the work of the same dastardly hand.
“The whole occurrence was so extraordinary that the more I thought it over the more mysterious it became. What the man wanted at the station I could not for the life of me understand. Then I remembered having first seen him coming out of Moira’s room, so I immediately made my way there and discovered everything upside down, just as if a person had been looking for something in the greatest hurry, but nothing had been taken away.
“From this fact it was obvious that my assailant had not come to the station for the mere purpose of robbery, but with the intention of endeavouring to find something that Moira had in her possession; but whether he was successful or not I cannot say.
“It therefore behoved me to act at once. I weighed the matter carefully over in my mind, and determined to find you without any further delay, for together we could act for the best. I therefore instructed Snowball to remain at the station until our return, and set out for the township, but, unfortunately, I am a very poor Bushman, and the awful storm going on caused me to become bushed, and had it not been for a sundowner I happened to strike, I should have been there now. However, here I am, pretty well done, mentally and physically109.”
“Yes, old chap,” I replied; “now there’s nothing for you but rest. You had better come to my room and get some sleep; in the morning we’ll get off to the station and put things right.”
He agreed, and I led him to my room, and before many minutes had passed he was in a deep sleep, worn out completely with fatigue110.
I softly closed the door and went back to the bar parlour, where I replenished111 the fire, pulled a big chair up to it, lit my pipe, and prepared to think out the very mysterious occurrences of which Flaxman had told me, but very soon I fell asleep, and dreamed that I saw poor Moira being murdered by Snowball, while I myself was bound hand and foot and could do nothing to help her. At last, by almost superhuman strength, I burst the rope that bound me and--woke up to find myself being well shaken by my good friend the landlord, and the daylight streaming into the room.
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