Here caution was not necessary, and there were divers fierce hand-to-hand attacks on clumps of scrub representing a vindictive and merciless police, out of which Moonlighter and his men issued crowned with victory and covered with glory.

A scarecrow in a wayside orchard was charged with desperate valour, and only saved from instant destruction as a particularly hateful police spy by the sudden intervention of the leader.
'Back, men!' he cried imperiously.

'Moon lighter never makes war on women!' He pointed to the protecting skirt in which the scarecrow was clad, and his bold bad men drew off and retired abashed.
For the next half-mile Moonlighter led his men in stealthy retreat from an overwhelming force of troopers armed to the teeth.

Tracks had to be covered and diversions created, and there was much hiding behind logs and in clumps of scrub; indeed, the police were only foiled at length by the exertion of that subtle strategy for which Moonlighter was notorious.
It was after one o'clock in the morning when Cow Flat was reached.

The little township slept, steeped in darkness, beside its sluggish strip of creeping 'slurry' miscalled a creek.