He lit a candle, and the drunken drover, peeping through a crack, saw him spread a blanket on the floor and set to work hastily to make a swag.

The drover watched him for a minute and then sped off in the darkness.

Shortly after this Rogers was startled at the sound of a shrill and peculiar whistle.

Jumping up on the impulse of the moment, with the quick suspicion of a criminal, he snatched his gun from a corner and stepped out.

Standing in the light thrown from his hut door, he heard the tramp of horses' hoofs and a voice calling: 'Stand and deliver! You are my prisoner!' Joe slipped into the shadow, sheltering himself behind the chimney, and saw two troopers riding at him.