"Hold the horses, Jacko, till I come back," he said.
Jacko, when alone, nothing daunted by the darkness or solitude, seated himself on the top rail, took out a pipe, and struck a match.
When the tobacco was ignited he dropped the match on the dry grass at his feet, and a little flame instantly sprang up.

The boy waited a few seconds till the flames began to run, and then putting his feet together on the ground stamped out the incipient fire.

"My word!" said Jacko to himself, "it's easy done, anyway." Harry went on to the left for about half a mile, and then stood leaning against the fence.

It was very dark, but he was now looking over into an inclosure which had been altogether cleared of trees, and which, as he knew well, had been cultivated and was covered with sugar-canes.

Where he stood he was not distant above a quarter of a mile from the river, and the field before him ran down to the banks.
This was the selected land of Giles Medlicot--two years since a portion of his own run, which had now been purchased from the government--for the loss of which he had received and was entitled to receive no compensation.