Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1868-01-02

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awe Il have sOmethig to say to him
frst," repliey Number Three, whose
accent was Irish: and this gave my
Chinaman some hopes
"Well, at all events, be must have a
glass grog." My Chinaman accordingly
drank a burner that took his breath away.
"Walk before me into the bush, then''
said Number Three.
mot a bit of It, Jim let the poor
devil go. Why, he's countryman Of
your own. What do you say, Jake %
"Never mind what Jake says! re-
plyed Number Three
"DOn'l make an ass of yourself, Dick!
I'll have my way in this!
He motioned to my Chinaman to go
on; and on be went until they reached
a belt of scrub.
"Halt! Now, listen to me. It's my
opinion that you are a schemer. If |
find one shilling on you more than you
have acknowledged to-" Che swore a
terrible oath,
"I'll blow your brains out on the spot.
Stripw
My Chinaman owned to me that for a
moment ne felt mortal terror, but he
shook off, and proceeded to undress.
Take off your jumper frst-nOt your
boots. Now your flannel shirt. Throw
them over to me-"
He examined them thoroughly.
Take off your boots. Throw them
here. Now your trousers"
He found in the pockets the two coins.
And my Chinaman hoped that the search
was over. Not yet.
"Take off your socks!"
To hesitate was instant death. The
ruffian shook both the socks, Let the
reader fancy the breathing of my China
mans heart meanwhile As he had
thrust the note into his sock qUithOut fold
ing at up, and as the rObber had caught
the note with the thick sock between
his finger and thumb, it was thus pre-
vented from dropping out. To such small
things a man may owe dear life itself
"Now be off,"
"What % say my Chinaman. "Would
you send a man away stark naked, and
in this weather, too?"
You ought to be thankful for your
Iife."
Just then, up came Dick.
"Heven't you searched him yet {!
what the devils the use of keeping
him in the cold?"
"You mind your own business, Dick. "
"Jim," retorted Dick, "you know l
can stand a good deal but you're not
the man to bide quarrel with me when
I'm reused. / won't allow you TO do as
YOU did last time. Give this man his
boots and trousers; keep his jumper, if
you want it"
Thus they split the differance, and my
Cinnamon was left on bush-road with
out horse, and only half clad. He had
his ten-pound note, however.
After walking briskly for about twelve
miles, he came TO a sly grog-shop where
he found two men conversing-one, evil
dently the host; the other Che knew as
we'll as if it had been revealed to him)
was the fourth bushranger.
In the endless wilds of Australia there
is not bushman whose life does not de-
pend on "tracking;" and so wonderful do
bushman become in this respect, that
they can tell the dale of every mark upon
the ground. have heard them debate
as to whether blacks track was an hour
old or two hours. Now, my Chinaman
had seen the tracks of four horses III
company, and he had carefully tracked
the fourth up to this "humpy," close TO
which it was standing quietly tied by the
bride.
'If I don't ride that horse away from
this, today" said my chinaman, to him
self, "may / never have the blessing of
St. Patrick"
The host was little man; the bushran-
ger was tall and muscular villain, with
long black hair falling down his shoulders
Ia bad sign, as it showed be had long
been ''out"
They had been talking on a subject
that had excited the bushrsnger, and
shat subject, as far as my chinaman could
gather from the muttered words he over
heard at his entrance, was that the police
were on their way up and not very far
off.
My Chinaman gave the masonic sign /;
il was answered by the host.
''Hailo," said the bushranger, "where
do you hail froma'
j have come down the road"
"HaVen't you got hOrse?"
There was no use shamming here, so
my Chinaman at once replied :
81 was stuck up and robbed twelve
miles from this, by the bushraDge ers."
"The devil Are they so near! Isn't
it fortunate, Casey, that know this in
time 2"
"Why?" said Casey. You're not
going that way; you came from that direc.
tion yourself while ago"
The bushranger at that moment was
lighting bis pipe with burning coal,
and his back was turned. My China
man gave a look and ma de a gesture
which were perfectly understood BY the
shrewed little host.
Il must be going. old man, 'said the
bushranger, after his pipe had bee n
successfully lighted. Let's have a
glass Of grog all round first"
"AIl right" said the little man. Three
glasses of rum soon stood before the