'Not more blood, more wickedness,' she said, in a half-whisper, and then she looks up stern and angry-like. 'When is this list of horrible things to stop?'
'It was none of our doing. Moran and Daly were in it, and——'
'And none of you? Swear that,' she said, so quick and pitiful-like.
'None of us,' I said again; 'nor yet Warrigal.'
'Then who did it? Tell me all. I'm not a child. I will know.'
'You remember the man that was rude to you at Rocky Flat, and father and he fired at one another?'
'Of course I do, cowardly wretch that he was. Then Moran was waiting for them up the gully? I wondered that they did not come back next day.'
'They never came back,' I said.
'Why, you don't mean to tell me that they are all dead, all four?—those strong men! Oh, surely not, Dick?' and she caught hold of my arm, and looked up into my face.
'Yes, Aileen, all. We came after and followed up dad, when we got home; it's a wonder he did it by himself. But we saw them all four lying stretched out.'