CHAPTER 13: Bush Rangers.
As soon as it became dark, the journey was renewed.
"Now, Jim, you must keep your eyes well open," Reuben said.

"There is no saying when we may come upon them, now." "I tink dey not berry far off, sah.

Dose sheep too tired to go far.
Black fellow glad to stop and rest, when he see no one coming after him.
"De ground more up and down here.

Must no make noise.

May come upon dem sudden." It was nearly midnight when Jim suddenly halted.
"What is it, Jim ?" Reuben asked, in a low voice.
Jim stood sniffing the air.
"Me smell fire, captain." Reuben sniffed the air, but shook his head.
"I don't smell anything, Jim." "I smell him, sah, sure enough; not very close, perhaps, but in de air." "What is it, Captain Whitney ?" Mr.Blount asked, as he came forward and joined them.
"Jim says he smells fire, but I can't smell it." "Oh, you can trust Jim's nose," the settler said.