"The bushrangers have robbed and beaten me," said the prostrate man feebly.
"You don't say so! How long since?"
"About an hour."
"Then they must be near by," said Harry.
"No; they went away as soon as they got my money."
Meanwhile Jack had been attentively examining the face of the alleged victim. He quietly beckoned to Harry to move off to a little distance.
"Well, Jack, what is it?" asked Harry, somewhat surprised.
"That man is one of the bushrangers. I remember his face very well. It is one of the gang that captured us."
Harry was naturally startled.
"Are you sure of this?" he asked.