“Then mizzle! That is the road.”
brutus moved gloomily away into the bush.
“There,” said Robinson, “he has turned bushranger. I've disarmed him, and saved some poor fellow's life and property. Cover up the nugget, George.”
They went on, but presently Robinson had a thought.
“Jacky,” said he, “you saw that man; should you know him again?”
“Yes.”
“Jacky, that man is our enemy. Could you track him by his footsteps without ever letting him see you?”
Jacky smiled superior.
“Then follow him and see where he goes, and whom he joins—and come to the mine directly and tell me.”
Jacky's eyes gleamed at this intelligence. He sat down, and in a few turns of the hand painted his face war, and glided like a serpent on brutus's trail.