Of course we knew that, and calculated so as to get there before nightfall." "What became of the bush ranger ?" Reuben asked.
"Well, curiously enough, that was the last time he ever troubled the settlements.

We never knew exactly what became of him, but it was said that the blacks killed and eat him.

I know that was very often the end of those fellows.

As long as all went on well, the blacks were friendly enough with them, and were glad to follow their lead; but after a repulse like that they got at our station, or perhaps as a result of some quarrel about the division of the plunder, or their gins, or something of that sort, they would fall suddenly on their white friends, and make cooked meat of them." "I suppose the blacks seldom spare any whites who fall into their hands ?" Reuben asked.
"Scarcely ever," Mr.Blount replied.

"That was why they were more dreaded than the bush rangers.