ugal, and felt for a moment a resentment
against the Fates that had robbed him of his revenge. The squatter had
dreaded the probability of confederates coming to the assistance of the
outlaw, and his ride for safety had been absolutely desperate. He lay
within a quarter of a mile of the waterfall, and had been killed on the
spot. His head was crushed and hideous. Done turned from the sight with a
shudder.

Jim buried Ryder by the light of the moon. He spent the night in the
gorge, but slept little, and Yarra, who had all the superstitions of his
mother's race, crouched close to the white man, and his teeth chattered
with fear the whole night through. He had conceived the idea that the
spirit of Macdougal had taken possession of the gorge, and for the future
the place must be a haunt of terror to him. After daybreak, with the
boy's assistance, Done hid all traces of the new-made grave, and by this
time he was grateful for the food Yarra brought from the cave. Breakfast
strengthened him greatly. He had eaten nothing for close upon twenty
hours, and the exhaustive experiences of that time told heavily upon his
enfeebled frame. As a result of his night's reflection and the judgment
that had come with cooler blood, he was determined to visit Lucy at the
station. Yesterday's bitterness towards her had been real enough, but he
assured himself that it was the effect of the extraordinary excitement
worked in his brain by the events of the day. This morning there was upon
him a physical and moral apathy: the reaction left him without interest.
The invalid lassitude possessed him again, and he stood over his
brother's grave for a few minutes, without feeling any recurrence of the
resentments that had so recently blazed within him.

Lucy met him in the garden; she was still pale, but showed no sign of
physical weakness.

'I treated you brutally,' he said abruptly. I am sorry; I was mad with
rage.'

'I know; I understood then. You know I am sorry for you.'

'You saved Macdougal for my own sake, not for his,'

'Yes. Innocent or guilty, your brother was an outlaw, Legally, Macdougal
was justified in killing him, but if you kill Macdougal it will be
murder. Ah! that terrible thought has gone from your mind?'

'Yes; Macdougal is dead.'

'Dead!' She caught his hand, and looked into his face with terror. 'You
have killed him!'

'No. His horse must have collided with a tree as he galloped down the
gorge. Yarra found him.'

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