“I am as strong as a lion for revenge. Tell them I would not miss to-morrow's work for all the gold in Australia.”
The lowering face spoke loud enough if the mouth whispered.
The message was brought back to Black Will and Crawley.
“What energy!” said Crawley, admiringly.
“Ay!” said Black Will, “that is your sort; give me a pal with his skin smarting and his bones aching for the sort of job that wood shall see to-morrow. Have they marked him?” he inquired, with a strange curiosity.
“I am afraid they have; his nose is smashed frightful.”
“I am glad of it; now we are brothers and will have blood for blood.”
“Your expressions are dreadfully terse,” said Crawley, trying to smile, but looking scared instead; “but I don't understand your remark; you were not in the late unsuccessful attack on Mr. Levi, and you escaped most providentially in the night business—the men have not marked you, my good friend.”
“Haven't they?” yelled the man, with a tremendous oath—“haven't they? LOOK HERE!” A glance was enough. Crawley turned wan and shuddered from head to foot.