He merely looked, and when he had looked his fill he went back to the others and watched the game in progress there.
At last the tramp of horses was heard and the relief came in.
There was a different scene in the out-house now, and the name of Roland Riggs was called out.
The man stepped to the front and threw himself into the saddle.
In another moment he was riding to his post, and after a while he stood alongside his horse not far from a little copse which looked dark and ghostly.
He was alone in the wild Australian bush.
The stars twinkled on, but he stood there like a statue, with his eyes seeing everything and his senses on the alert.
Far away he caught the glimmer of light in the ranch-house but it only made him smile.
"Not yet," said he, under his breath. "It's a cool game all around, and the man who watched me out of sight when I left London in Lord Harway's yacht has come upon the scene. But he won't know me. I'll risk that. Merle Macray, the old pit in Danny's den didn't hold the Yankee tracker very long."
He ceased and looked toward the bush again.