"Take him away!" "Well, so long, Dick!" said the culprit jauntily; and, as he offered his wrists to be handcuffed, he whistled an air.
Here the storekeeper hurriedly interposed: "No, stop! I'll give bail." And darting into the tent and out again, he counted five one-pound notes into the constable's palm.

The lad's collar was released; and a murmur of satisfaction mounted from the crowd.
At the sound the giver made as if to retire.

Then, yielding to a second thought, he stepped forward and saluted the Commissioner.

"A young hot-head, sir! He means no harm.

I'll send him up in the morning, to apologise." ("I'll be damned if you do!" muttered the digger between his teeth.) But the Chief refused to be placated.