The Bushranger's Secret

The Bushranger's Secret

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Excerpt: ... the revolver from Lumley's hand, but Lumley was too quick for him. He jumped back and levelled the weapon full at Gray. "Stand where you are or I'll fire," he said coolly. "Move a limb, and you'll have a bullet into you." Gray stood still. A cold sweat broke out upon his brow. Lumley had dropped all disguise now. The evil soul of the man looked out from his face. "That's better," he said. "Just stand there, will you?" He seated himself on some of the fallen debris, still keeping his revolver pointed at Gray. "Now we'll have a comfortable little talk together, mate," he said. "You can sit down now if you like." Gray looked round and carefully chose a seat. The pallid look of terror had gone from his face. He had recovered his calmness and his power of thought. He saw clearly enough that he was in Lumley's power. He guessed his reason for following him; and he had determined on his course of action. If Lumley chose to insist upon it, he would tell him Dearing's secret and leave him to get the money if he could; and he would go straight to the nearest station and inform against him. Not for all the money in the world, Gray declared to himself, would he put his reputation into this man's keeping. "That's right, mate. Now we'll be comfortable," said Lumley, with a grin, "and we'll talk about the business that's brought me here. You know what it is well enough." "Well, I can make a pretty good guess," Gray said, carefully selecting a cigar and proceeding to light it. "But you'll have to tell me plainly, you know, before going any further." The change in Gray's manner was too striking to escape Lumley. He looked at him with a steady crafty look before answering. "There ain't no money hid here, I s'pose? You're on a pleasure toor, ain't you? That pick in your knapsack is for ge'logical specimens, ain't it?" Gray carefully flicked a little ash from the end of his cigar, and then looked up. "You are quite wrong, Lumley. That pick is not meant for more

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  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
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  • English
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  • 9781236714893