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'There's your brand your brand, Peter! He thrust his face into Stony's again, and all the hate that a face can carry and that a voice can convey was betrayed in his expression and his words. 'Do you know what I have endured, Peter? Do you know what I have suffered?
Meet me here to-morrow night at nine. While you are thinking, bear always in mind the fact that Peter Cannon is there he pointed in the direction of Stony's tent a living man. Good-night. The reminder was well timed; pity stirred warmly in Jim's heart again, and he offered his hand. 'So long, he said, dropping into the vernacular of mateship.
Clutching at Stony's throat again, he bored his knee into the body under him, his arms became rigid with the power of his grip, and Stony lay choking, clawing feebly at the other's sleeves, his face distorted into a hideous caricature. The other men stood about, watching, the Australians reluctant to interfere in a quarrel they did not understand.
I had been to Melbourne on Stony's track, having caught a glimpse of him one night at Ballarat. I ascertained that he had started for Forest Creek. Meanwhile Mrs. Macdougal and Miss Woodrow had told me of you. It was reasonable to assume that you also had started for the field everybody was talking of. At our first meeting I did not see you: I was too deeply interested in Mr. Stony.
'No; I'll go with you. I cannot face Mike in this condition. He would think me mad. 'To Stony's tent? 'If you like. In Heaven's name, man, why are you so cold? Why am I like a stunned brute? We are brothers. We may shake hands. Ryder made no advance. 'Better hear the story out, he said. It was a two-mile walk from where Jim and Mike were now camped to Stony's tent, and the hour was midnight.
You know me, you dog, and you know that I mean to tear the heart out of you! Releasing his grip on the flesh, he wrenched at Stony's shirt, ripping it at the neck. 'Help! gasped the prostrate wretch. 'For the love of God, help!
'Remember the chap that tried to throttle Stony that night in the Black Forest? he said. 'Saw him on the lead to-day. 'You did? Ryder was hunting Stony on Diamond Gully. 'He's gettin' pretty warm, then. Stony's here too. That's his tent above the bend to the left. He's a hatter, an' works a lone hand in the shallow ground. 'Then trouble's brewing for Mr. Stony. 'You seemed to feel for him.
'Stony was not the name. 'Stony is an assumed name. Cannon is his real name Peter Cannon. 'That is the name. But I cannot understand. My head fails me. I am utterly bewildered! 'You'll hear Stony's story? He is in his tent. 'Not now. You have overwhelmed: me. For God's sake, give me time to straighten things out! Jim sat in silence for some minutes, but the excitement lingered.
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