The boys listened anxiously for a minute or so, and then realised their danger.
'They're after us!' exclaimed Dick.

'Scatter an' run for the scrub.

Meet at the mine!' The pursuers dashed up on their horses just as the boys swarmed over the fence into Wilson's paddock.

It was the party of young men who first passed the bushrangers, and the man on the grey horse.

They were armed with bottles, three parts drunk, and bent on making an heroic capture.
Some of them sprang from their horses and pursued the flying bushrangers through the trees.
Dick and Peterson reached the Gaol Quarry safely, and sat in doleful silence waiting for their mates, and wondering if any had been taken.