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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Ho, Bimbo," he said, "show us where the stolen property is kept, and perhaps I may interfere to save your life." "So help me, God, lieutenant, I don't know what you mean. I never stole a single thing in my life." "Then how came you to be sent to Australia for ten years?" asked the officer, with a sneer. "Because I was unjustly suspected, as I am now.
Try how I would, nay, try as we would, we did not get back to our old footing. We were afraid of silences, and skipped from topic to topic at breakneck speed. We two who had sauntered together in the sunlight, now stumbled along in a mist. At last she said she must be going, and I went out and shouted to Donald to get Bimbo and the calash ready, and four men as an escort.
When Bimbo returned, with a cat-like tread, I could see by his carrying a carbine that he had been successful; and when I saw him thrust it into the hole, and then give up the key of the irons, I had a great mind to shoot him on the spot. "Here," cried Bimbo, "is the key of the ruffles. Remain quiet for half an hour, and by that time I'll be ready for you. Remember your word Darnley's share."
Half a dozen times did Bimbo suspend work, and steal to the front part of the hut to discover if his operations were suspected, and each time he returned, and after a glance at Fred and myself, commenced work with renewed energy. At length a hole large enough to run his hand in was obtained, and then I heard low whispers pass between Bimbo and the robber chief.
It was only for an instant, however. With renewed oaths and abuse Bimbo hurried the robbers in their meal, until Murden interfered, and ordered that they be allowed to eat in peace. "The idea of letting such scamps as these eat," cried Bimbo, with a kick of his bare, horny foot against one of the bushranger's ribs. "I'd sarve 'em if I had my way."
I was far from well next morning and Price wished to keep me in bed, but I got up immediately when I heard that my husband was talking of returning to London. Our journey was quite uneventful. We three sat together in the railway carriage and in the private cabin on the steamer, with no other company than Bimbo, my husband's terrier, and Prue, Alma's Pekinese spaniel.
She had brought lint and linen with her, some kind of balsam which nearly made me glad she had not had the daily dressing of my arm, and even a basin and a huge bottle of clear spring water, which were brought in from the calash by Bimbo, Lady Ogilvie's little black coachman.
"How does it feel now?" asked Margaret, when her task was over. "I shall be able to clout Donald with it in the morning," I answered. "Tat's petter," said he, grinning with delight. "I'm thinkin' I'd suner be dinged wi' 'er again than see 'er hinging there daein' naethin'." He took Bimbo off to the camp-fire and left us alone.
The collection looked as though it had been plundered from various teams on their way to the mines, and such we afterwards found to be the case; as Bimbo confessed that he had acted in the capacity of storekeeper for three or four years, and even before the mines were discovered he was in league with bushrangers, and always gave them information when he knew a party of policemen were on their trail.
I had watched Bimbo from the time the cart had reached the hut to the period when the prisoners were to be allowed to eat their morning meal; and I had noticed the nervous manner in which the fellow had acted in spite of his assumed indifference.
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