A number of the most timid threw away their guns, and every thing that impeded flight, and although the ghost did not depart from his grave and dignified bearing, and solemn walk, yet in less than five minutes no one was in sight except the cause of the fright, our new friend, Day.
CHAPTER LXXI.
SAM TYRELL AND THE GHOST.
As soon as we saw the result of the shepherd's ruse, we crossed the bridge and joined him.
"Didn't I do that in good style?" he asked. "Did you ever hear of a ghost that was more successful than me?"
I complimented him by replying in the negative, and also assuring him that I considered he was at the height of his profession.
"You may well call it a trade," he exclaimed, removing his heavy headdress and wiping his moist brow, "for there ain't a man in the country who knows how to do such things in shape unless he has been in the funeral line, like me. Did you see 'em run?"
I assured him that the retreat of the bushrangers was so sudden that we could not help noticing the fact.