Black masks were donned, Fork Lightning was stationed on a stump near by to give warning of the approach of a victim, and the others took up suitable positions, while Dick fitted Gable with a mask so that his appearance might not discredit the gang.
'There,' said Dick.

'you're a bushranger now, re member.' 'Crickey!' cried the old man, delighted.
'An'; you'll be hanged if you're caught.' 'Oh, crickey!' Gable was more delighted still, and danced up and down, clapping his hands.
Suddenly there was a warning whistle from Fork Lightning, and that black scoundrel crept stealthily in amongst his mates.
'Someone's comin',' he said.
'To horse!' cried Red Hand.

'When I give the word, gallop into the road an' cut off their retreat.

Don't fire till I give orders, an', mind, spare the women an' children.' Sounds of horses' hoofs were heard approaching.

The gang, masked, and mounted on bridled and saddled goats, anxiously awaited the word of command.
'Back, men, back for your lives!' cried Dick.