It was a fine run.

The diggers trooped after in a body; the Flat rang with cheers and plaudits.

Even the Commissioner and his retinue trotted in the same direction.

Eventually the runaway must land in the arms of the mounted police.
But this was not his plan.

Making as though he headed for the open, he suddenly dashed off at right angles, and, with a final sprint, brought up dead against a log-and-canvas store which stood on rising ground.
His adversary was so close behind that a collision resulted; the digger's feet slid from under him, he fell on his face, the other on top.