Part 11 (1/2)

”Look, Obed,” he said eagerly, ”at that ht”

Mr Stackpole did look

”dick Fletcher, as I' sinner!” he ejaculated

But at this point the leader of the bushrangers broke silence

”Do you surrender?” he asked in brief, co accents

”I think we shall have to, squire,” answered Obed, to whom the demand was naturally addressed ”But I would like to ask a question or two if you don't mind”

”Go on”

”Are we prisoners of war? I didn't know for my part that there was any war in this country”

”I have no tiive up what hty inconvenient, squire I'ood many thousand miles away from home, and----”

”Peace, fool! Produce whatever you have of value”

”I haven't gotman, squire”

”Fletcher, search that man!” said the captain of the band

dick Fletcher dismounted from his horse, and with evident alacrity advanced to the side of the Yankee

”I think we've nificantly

”I think we have,” said the outlaw, showing his teeth ”I told you we shouldHowever, I respect you more nohen you show yourself in your true colors, than when you sneaked up toall the while to be a friend”

”Take care how you talk!” said Fletcher, frowning ”Yesterday you were three to one, now you are in hway robber, are you, Fletcher? Well, I can't say I'uess that's what you're most fit for”

”Do you wanthis hip pocket

”It isn't safe for you to insult ht to be brave with all the there, dick Fletcher? Why don't you proceed to business?” demanded the leader impatiently

”Empty your pockets, Stackpole!” said Fletcher in a pereed his hands into his pockets, and produced in succession a jackknife, a plug of tobacco, a bunch of keys, and a couple of buttons