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Updated: June 29, 2025
"They were shooting a while back," Gordon observed indifferently. "Have you seen Buck Simmons here?" "No, I hain't. He wouldn't be here noways." Gordon preserved a discreet silence in regard to his source of assurance of Buckley's presence at the camp meeting. "Have another drink, Gord." The services were temporarily suspended, and the throng emptied from the tent.
Rover, after showing his teeth and shaking himself, came to Sam as fresh as a daisy; and the new comer pocketed his five pounds. "I am so much obliged to you," said Sam, turning to him, "for taking my dog's part! They were all against me." "I'm much obliged to your dog, sir, for winning me five pound so easy. But there ain't a many bad dogs, or bad men either, about Major Buckley's house."
Buckley, can you lend Baroona to a new married couple for a few weeks, do you think? There is plenty of room for you here." And then into Mrs. Buckley's astonished ear all the new plans were poured. She heard that Sam and Alice were to be married in a fortnight, and that Sam had gone into partnership with Tom Troubridge. "Stop there," she said; "not too much at once. What becomes of Mary Hawker?"
On Main Street as she went through the crowds of men who had come to loaf the evening away before the stores, the force of what her father had said concerning the connection of her name with that of Buckley the swindler had struck her for the first time. The men were gathered together in groups, talking excitedly. No doubt they were discussing Buckley's arrest.
That Marian and Gertrude Talbot, the two pretty girls, Agnes Buckley's eldest sisters, who used to come in and see old Marmaduke when James was campaigning, had never married. That Marian was dead. That Gertrude, a broken old maid, was sole owner of Beaulieu Castle, with eight thousand a-year; and, that Agnes Buckley, her sister, and consequently, Sam as next in succession, was her heir.
A messenger was sent post haste to fetch Desborough and his troopers, who came, declared the country in a state of siege, and kept us all staying at Major Buckley's. We were sitting merrily over our wine one day, when hasty steps came through the house.
Then the man, usually so silent, would open up the store-house of his mind, speaking with an eloquence and a force which would surprise one who did not know him, and which made the Doctor often take the losing side of an argument for the purpose of making him speak. Major Buckley's shadow had grown no less, nay, rather greater, since first we knew him.
From Major Buckley's to the same point, across the plains, was barely ten; so that there was still a chance that a brave man on a good horse, might reach Captain Brentwood's before the bushrangers, in spite of the start they had got. Sam's noble horse, Widderin, a horse with a pedigree a hundred years old, stood in the stable.
They three stayed at Baroona a week or more, one of them riding up every day to ask after Mary Hawker. Otherwise they spent their time shooting and fishing, and speculating how soon the rains would come, for it was now March, and autumn was fairly due. Buckley's drawing-room, the like of which he had never seen before. Sam envied Jim the receipt of that little threecornered note.
And when Mary came downstairs soon afterwards she could not talk to them, but remained a long time silent, crying bitterly. The good news soon got up to Major Buckley's, and so after church they saw him striding up the path, leading the pony carrying his wife and baby.
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