Downy and his mother were dim figures beyond, seen through the dust; and like shreds of paper whirled in the vortex, visions of Miss Chris's face, netted in fair hair, passed swiftly before his eyes, and the expression on each face was beseeching and sorrowful.

Nothing could have dragged the truth from him at that moment.
Downy stood up and hung over Dick, scratching his head in a despairing way.
I'm sorry, ma'am,' he said, 'but I'll have to take him.' 'He's shieldin' some villain,' moaned Mrs.Haddon.
The detective took the widow aside and whispered with her for a few minutes, with the result that she dried her eyes and was much consoled.
Dick was taken away in Manager Holden's trap and lodged in gaol at Yarraman; and when the news leaked out, as it did towards evening, Waddy had a new sensation, and quite the most startling one in its experience.
Before the women went to bed that night they had found Dick guilty of robbing the Silver Stream of thousands of ounces of gold and perpetrating a murderous assault on Harry Hardy.

The news brought Joe Rogers and Ephraim Shine together at their secret meeting-place in the corner paddock--Rogers much disturbed and puzzled, Shine shaken almost out of his wits.
'I'm goin' to bolt, I tell you!' cried the searcher.
Rogers gripped him roughly.
'Bolt,' he said, 'an' you're doomed--done for.

Hell! man, can't you see you'd be grabbed in less'n a day?
With that mug an' that figure you'd be spotted whatever hole you crept into.' 'I know, I know; but it'll come anyhow--it'll come! 'Not so sure, unless you blab in one of these blitherin' fits.

What does that kid know?
Nothin'.