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Updated: May 19, 2025
"You are too impudent a scoundrel to die immediately; a few months' solitary confinement in the prison at Melbourne, with nothing but bread and water to eat, and the certain prospect of a long, lingering death, will tame your spirit, and make you docile." "Do you think so?" asked the bushranger, with a sneer. Murden made no reply.
The bushranger appeared to recollect that in a moment of passion he had disclosed more than he should have done, and therefore refused to converse; but at length Mr. Brown led him to talk of the days when he was a prisoner at the hulks, and when the inspector was an overseer or turnkey at the same institution.
"If one of you fellers are acquainted with a prayer or two, p'raps it would be well to mutter it over the poor devil, so that his soul may not be snatched by the evil one as soon as it leaves his body," said a bushranger of grim aspect, speaking to Fred and myself.
I spoke a few words to the animal, and he quietly returned to the chief bushranger, and laid down by his side with a brilliant show of teeth. There had not been a shot fired from the hut for more than half an hour.
He gave as a reason that he had taken the bearings of the place by a tree which stood on a line with the bushranger while digging. We gratified his humor, but to prevent trickery Fred was despatched to watch his movements and prevent escape.
"Once more, I ask you to reveal the hiding-place of the treasure," the officer said, when he found that the robber had sufficiently recovered to answer his question. "I refused when a rope was tightened around my neck, did I not?" the bushranger asked, in a gasping manner. Murden nodded his head in token of assent.
Hoping that I shall, at no distant day, meet your excellency in the bush, where I can return a few of the civilities which I have received this evening, and, I trust, relieve you of a portion of your worldly cares, in the shape of wealth, allow me to humbly subscribe myself, your friend and well-wisher, "SAM TYRELL, Bushranger."
Soon after this Druce Stephens arrived at Wandenong and occupied the attention of Janet until suppertime, when he startled the company by the tale of his adventures on the previous evening with Roadmaster, the mysterious bushranger, whose name was now in every man's mouth; who apparently worked with no confederates a perilous proceeding, though it reduced the chances of betrayal.
He turned bushranger for one day, to get money to take him out of the country; but having once entered the lists he left them no more, and, playing at deadly joust with the law, soon became known as Roadmaster, the most noted bushranger since the days of Captain Starlight. It was forgery on the name of his father's oldest friend that had driven him from England.
"I'm going to see if the devil's as black as he's painted." Then, setting spurs to his horse, he galloped away through the palms to the gate. A year later Hyland the bushranger was shot in a struggle with the mounted police sent to capture him. The planter's wife read of it in England, whither she had gone on a visit. "It is better so," she said to herself, calmly. "And he wished it, I am sure."
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