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fifty yards Sir Ferdinand calls out, ā€œSurrender! Itā€™s no use, men,ā€ says he; ā€œI donā€™t want to shoot you down, but you must see youā€™re outnumbered. Thereā€™s no disgrace in yielding now.ā€

ā€œCome on!ā€ says Starlight; ā€œdonā€™t waste your breath! Thereā€™s no man here will be taken alive.ā€

With that, Goring lets drive and sends a bullet that close by my head I put my hand up to feel the place. All the rest bangs away, black tracker and all. I didnā€™t see Sir Ferdinandā€™s pistol smoke. He and Starlight seemed to wait. Then Jim and I fires steady. One trooper drops badly hit, and my manā€™s horse fell like a log and penned his rider under him, which was pretty nigh as good.

ā€œSteady does it,ā€ says Starlight, and he makes a snap shot at the tracker, and breaks his right arm.

ā€œThree men spoiled,ā€ says he; ā€œone more to the good and we may charge.ā€

Just as he said this the trooper that was underneath the dead horse crawls from under him, the off side, and rests his rifle on his wither. Starlight had just mounted when every rifle and pistol in the two parties was fired at one volley. We had drawn closer to one another, and no one seemed to think of cover.

Rainbow rears up, gives one spring, and falls backward with a crash. I thought Starlight was crushed underneath him, shot through the neck and flank as he was, but he saved himself somehow, and stood with his hand on Rainbowā€™s mane, when the old horse rose again all right, head and tail well up, and as steady as a rock. The blood was pouring out of his neck, but he didnā€™t seem to care two straws about it. You could see his nostril spread out and his eye looking twice as big and fiery.

Starlight rests his rifle a minute on the old horseā€™s shoulder, and the man that had fired the shot fell over with a kick. Something hits me in the ribs like a stone, and another on the right arm, which drops down just as I was aiming at a young fellow with light hair that had ridden pretty close up, under a myall tree.

Jim and Sir Ferdinand let drive straight at one another the same minute. They both meant it this time. Sir Ferdinandā€™s hat turned part round on his head, but poor old Jim drops forward on his face and tears up the grass with his hands. I knew what that sign meant.

Goring rides straight at Starlight and calls on him to surrender. He had his rifle on his hip, but he never moved. There he stood, with his hand on the mane of the old horse. ā€œKeep back if youā€™re wise, Goring,ā€ says he, as quiet and steady as if heā€™d been cattle-drafting. ā€œI donā€™t want to have your blood on my head; but if you mustā ā€”ā€

Goring had taken so many men in his day that he was got over confident-like. He thought Starlight would give in at the last moment or miss him in the rush. My right arm was broken, and now that Jim was down we might both be took, which would be a great crow for the police. Anyhow, he was a man that didnā€™t know what fear was, and he chanced it.

Two of the other troopers fired point blank at Starlight as Goring rode at him, and both shots told. He never moved, but just lifted his rifle as the other came up at the gallop. Goring threw up his arms, and rolled off his horse a dying man.

Starlight looked at him for a minute.

ā€œWeā€™re quits,ā€ he says; ā€œitā€™s not once or twice either youā€™ve pulled trigger on me. I knew this day would come.ā€

Then he sinks down slowly by the side of the old horse and leans against his fore leg, Rainbow standing quite steady, only tossing his head up and down the old way. I could see, by the stain on Starlightā€™s mouth and the blood on his breast, heā€™d been shot through the lungs.

I was badly hit too, and going in the head, though I didnā€™t feel it so much at the time. I began to hear voices like in a dream; then my eyes darkened, and I fell like a log.

When I came to, all the men was off their horses, some round Goringā ā€”him they lifted up and propped against a tree; but he was stone dead, anyone could see. Sir Ferdinand was on his knees beside Starlight, talking to him, and the other saying a word now and then, quite composed and quiet-like.

ā€œClose thing, Morringer, wasnā€™t it?ā€ I heard him say. ā€œYou were too quick for us; another day and weā€™d been out of reach.ā€

ā€œTrue enough. Horses all dead beat; couldnā€™t raise a remount for love or money.ā€

ā€œWell, the gameā€™s up now, isnā€™t it? Iā€™ve held some good cards too, but they never told, somehow. Iā€™m more sorry for Jimā ā€”andā ā€”that poor girl, Aileen, than I am for myself.ā€

ā€œDonā€™t fretā ā€”thereā€™s a good fellow. Fortune of war, you know. Anything else?ā€

Here he closed his eyes, and seemed gone; but he wakes up again, and begins in a dreamy way. His words came slowly, but his voice never altered one bit.

ā€œIā€™m sorry I fired at poor Warrigal now. No dog ever was more faithful than he has been to me all through till now; but I was vexed at his having sold Dick and poor Jim.ā€

ā€œWe knew we should find you here or hereabouts without that,ā€ says Sir Ferdinand.

ā€œHow was that?ā€

ā€œTwo jockey-boys met you one night at Calga gate; one of them recognised Locket by the white patch on her neck. He wired to us at the next station.ā€

ā€œSo you were right, after all, Dick. It was a mistake to take that mare. Iā€™ve always been confoundedly obstinate; I admit that. Too late to think of it now, isnā€™t it?ā€

ā€œAnything else I can do?ā€ says Sir Ferdinand.

ā€œGive her this ring,ā€ he pulls it off his finger, ā€œand

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