Obed and the boys started off, followed by the most fearful execrations from their late acquaintance. They had scarcely gone a quarter of a mile when they met two mounted police, who halted their horses and inquired: “Have you seen anything of a man, tall and spare, dark hair and eyes. We have traced him to this neighbourhood, and think he must be near.”
“What has he done?” asked Obed curiously.
“Murdered a man at the mines in a drunken brawl.”
“We’ve just parted company with him,” said Obed. “I found him experimentin’ on my young friend here, but come up in time to block his game.”
“Put us on his track, and we will share the reward of a hundred pounds with you.”
“I’ll do it. Boys, stay here and I’ll go back with these gentlemen. I’ll join you in an hour.”
Obed was as good as his word. Within an hour he was back again, with the two policemen, followed by the man whom we have called the tramp.
His hands were more securely fastened now by a pair of handcuffs.