“Perhaps the men we are expecting,” said the nervous banker, “took shelter in the bush when the storm came on. You may have passed without seeing them.”
“Who are the parties you are expecting?” asked the traveller.
“Mr. Zahn, the agent of the Kangaroo Bank, was on the road to-day with a considerable quantity of gold,” replied the Sergeant.
“You mean the gold-escort,” said the traveller. “It left about three hours before I did.”
“Do you know Mr. Zahn?” asked the Sergeant.
“I do. I’ve sold gold to him.”
“I’ll take your name, if you please,” said the Sergeant, producing his pocket-book.
“Rooker, Thomas Samuel Rooker,” said the traveller.
“Where are you to be found?”
“At The Lucky Digger.”