corpse of the girl I loved that I
would avenge her death, and I will do it at any cost. Your high-class
Englishman looks upon a woman's honour as his legitimate prey, and his
fellows feast and toast and testimonialise his success in his nefarious
deeds; but we Australians are made of different stuff from the rotten
fabric of European civilisation. We hold the honour of our women in
respect, and we have only one law for those who sully or sport with
it--the law that a right-minded man makes for himself. Here is a
murderer gone to our country to continue his infamous amusement. Mark my
words, Bridgland, if he ever returns alive to England, he will return so
that it is impossible for him to hold up his head. Now good-bye, old
chap. When you see me again, rest assured Australia will have been
revenged."

"My God!" said Bridgland to himself when Reg had left him. "I would
rather be dead than have a sleuth-hound like that on my track. Wyck,
your time has come, but not before you deserve it."

The final arrangements were completed, and Reg started on his journey.
He bade a fond farewell to the Whytes, and his last word rang in Oliver
Whyte's ears for many a day. It was "Revenge."

CHAPTER VII.

HAL.

"Now then, Reginald Morris, my name is Allen Winter. I am going to have
it out with you," said a tall, handsome man, fully six feet in his socks
and broad in proportion, as he closed the cabin door, and stood with his
back to it.

Reg had been lounging on his bunk, deep in his own thoughts, when he was
disturbed by the abrupt entrance of his fellow-passenger, and the above
good-humoured demand. Reg got up from his bunk, and faced him without
speaking.

"You've shared my cabin since we left Naples, three days ago. Not a word
have you spoken. You have done nothing but mope about, and look as
miserable as a boiled owl. I say again, I won't have it, for you are
infecting me with your low spirits," said Winter.

Reg looked at him with curiosity, but still answered nothing, so that
Winter began to show signs of annoyance.

"Hang it all! can't you speak, man? I can box, shoot, fence, fight, or
anything you like. I don't think I am a bad sort of fellow myself, and
it's because I know you are a good sort that I feel so annoyed to see
you moping."

"I am much obliged to you for the compliment; still I fancy I can do
what I please," said Reg, quietly.

The other showed no signs of resentment, but continued smiling at