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Updated: May 4, 2025
"I trust that it is a mere gun-shot wound, and that you will soon be well," replied Fred. "I don't know I don't know," moaned the lieutenant. "It seems as though the doctor would kill me with his cursed probing and punching. Half of it is unnecessary, I believe." "Do you hear that?" cried O'Haraty, appealing to us, in astonishment.
"Ballarat be blessed!" growled O'Haraty; "the idea of two dacent, sinsible people digging for gold, when there's so much can be had without work." "I have only my left hand to offer you," said Wattles, presenting it to Fred, "but my grasp is as friendly and sincere as though both were free."
"Come here with the horses, and waste no more time." "I see a cloud, as though a party of horse was galloping this way, and kicking up a dust. I'm suspicious that it's the police, and divil a bit do I want to be put into limbo for being concerned in the duel," cried the driver, making preparations to turn his horses. "Are ye certain that it's the police?" demanded O'Haraty, eagerly.
Come along with yer carriage, ye blackguard, and don't stop there looking behind ye, as though ye were a light-house." The latter portion of the doctor's remarks was addressed to the driver of the vehicle, who, instead of paying any attention to the words of O'Haraty, was gazing, with an anxious glance, towards the city. "What is the spalpeen looking at?" demanded the doctor, angrily.
"O, the spalpeens," continued O'Haraty, shaking his fist at an imaginary enemy a long distance off. "O, if there is law to be had in the land we'll pursue ye wid not only the police force, but the whole army, and then we'll see if ye are so bold."
"Yes, I'm certain; for now I can see over the bushes, and distinguish their blue coats. Every one for himself, and the devil take the hindmost. I'm off, sure." The fellow turned his animals' heads, and started towards the opening, but a loud threat from O'Haraty caused him to stop for a moment and only for a moment. "Curse ye for a cowardly villain!" yellen the doctor.
"Well, well," stammered O'Haraty, "if ye had heard us shout, ye would have thought we could have frightened the divil himself." "Well, whether Wattles was wounded by a bushranger or a companion, it will do him no good to remain here in the hot sun. Place him carefully into the carriage and drive to the barracks. I'll follow shortly, and continue my investigation of this mysterious affair."
The driver rose from his seat and plied his whip with desperate energy, in hopes of beating the dog off, but such was the agility of Rover that not a blow reached him, and while his attention was thus occupied, O'Haraty stole forward, grasped the man by the leg, dragged him to the ground, and commenced to beat him unmercifully, mingling his blows with such exclamations as "Lave us, would ye?"
"Did you count how many there were?" asked the police officer. "Count them? How the divil could we, there were so many?" replied O'Haraty. "O, then if the bushrangers were in such force, it's surprising they should run from only six men. I thought better of their courage," and a sarcastic smile stole over Murden's face as he watched the doctor's companion.
"I think that my presence is needed here if you intend to murder that fellow, doctor," Murden said, good naturedly, addressing O'Haraty, who kept his position, looking somewhat foolish at being caught. "The mane scamp," began the doctor, when Murden checked him. "What, is the cause of the gathering, and why do I find an officer of her majesty, lying on the ground wounded and insensible?"
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