'Your money or your life! The driver snatched a stick out of the cart and, uttering a great yell, began to belabour his poor horse mercilessly.
'Fire!' shrieked the implacable Red Hand; and a few seconds later six crackers exploded about the unhappy farmer, who instantly fell upon his knees and, still pounding at his horse, was whirled away amongst the trees by the startled brute.

For some time the bush-rangers could hear him still hammering his old horse, and catch the sound of his voice encouraging the poor animal to more reckless speed, and the crashing of saplings as the dray pounded its way through the undergrowth.

The boys were delighted; this was noble sport; the lust of victory was upon them.
Gable was waving his arms and ejaculating 'Oh, crickey!' and the others capered about on their goats, and felt themselves to be very large and terrible persons indeed.
'Bushrangin's easy ez snuff,' said Peterson.
'Course it is,' said Phil.

'Wisher few p'lice'd come along and let's have a go at 'em.' 'That was splendidly done, men,' said Red Hand with superior coolness.
'Back to your places.

Someone's comin'.' The next corner was a man on a grey horse.
'Bail up!' cried Red Hand from the cover of the saplings.