when the troopers passed through the camp, each man gave a sharp look at the miamis, to see that no blacks remained. these were merely sheets of bark, or boughs set up on end, so as to form a sloping wall between the fires and the wind, so that they could not conceal anybody. owing to the haste, apparently, with which the blacks had sprung up, one of these miamis had got knocked down, and the boughs had fallen on the fire in front, where the leaves, damp with the rain which had fallen, were smouldering. beneath these fallen boughs, and running the risk of being burned to death, lay hidden the black walters so much wished to capture. he had had the presence of mind, on the alarm being given, to roll himself close to the fire, and, lying flat under his blanket, to knock away the prop which supported the bark and boughs of his miami; and as i rode up to the camp from the creek, for i had remained behind the troop, having no desire to be other than a mere spectator, bobby peel, dressed once more in cotton shirt, jacket, and trousers, was just rolling himself from beneath them.

my first impulse was to detain him, but he gave me such an appealing, eloquent look, that i hesitated. i remembered what stevenson had told me as to the infamous treatment endured by this man's tribe; how peel's first experience of white men was being fired on when awaiting the approach of a party of overlanders who came near, making signs of friendship until within range, when they delivered a volley which killed his father and two brothers. old toby had often shown me the patch of reeds he and peel, then a lad, took shelter in on that occasion. i had warned stevenson i would not in any way aid in the capture, even if i saw them escaping. in the short time i had been on the run, i had mingled much with them, had taken long shooting and botanical excursions with two of these very murderers, and been of service to them professionally; for european disease was rife amongst their miamis, and that they were grateful to me i could easily see by the gleam of pleasure which lightened up their visages when 'doc, doc,' as they called me, appeared amongst them. moreover, as i looked round, there seemed no possibility of escape for peel. the mallee and swamp were guarded, and across the plain he could not move unseen. was it for me to hasten the miserable creature's doom by a few minutes? i could not do it; and when the black, raising himself on his elbow, after a keen look at the troop, at that moment in full career after his countrymen, pushed the wet boughs farther on to the fire, so as to raise a dense smoke, which the high wind blowing carried along the ground, and ran unobserved under its shelter to the reeds, i did not interfere to prevent him.

a very short time, however, elapsed before walters was on his track. not finding him with the rest, and suspecting what had actually occurred, he galloped down to the camp, and his men soon found the foot-marks of the fugitive in the wet grass. but upon following these through the swamp, the bird was flown. peel had crept to the margin of the creek, and there seeing the sentry by the mallee, instantly suspected that the upper swamp also was guarded, for he knew well the number of the troop. his only resource, then, was to enter the bed of the creek and run down it until near enough to the point where the scrub approached its banks, to afford him a chance of reaching it before being overtaken. this was, as i said above, only a thousand yards or so away in a straight line, but by the creek bed, owing to its great winding, the distance was nearly doubled. to succeed, he required a far longer start than walters' vigilance had left him, for not many minutes had elapsed from the time he had disappeared in the reeds, before the lieutenant had sent troopers down to guard the bed of the watercourse and the plain on both sides; after which he put three expert trackers on the trail. then, riding to where stevenson and i were patching up two or three wounded blacks,—for, in spite of all his injunctions and efforts, some of his men would use their weapons,—and hastily ordering the prisoners to be taken to the head station, whither harris also went, to bring the spring cart for one of the wounded men who had bled very much, he invited me to join him in the hunt; for i had in the course of conversation the previous night expressed a wish to witness a specimen of the tracking powers of his men. i eagerly consented, not only because i was desirous of seeing exercised some of those keen faculties which the savage possesses in such perfection, but because i somehow felt a great interest in the fate of the miserable fugitive, and wished to be present to witness the result of the chase, whatever it might be, whether escape or capture. i could not help secretly hoping, as i noted the eager and ardent way in which his own countrymen set to work to hunt him down, that the poor wretch might escape. but there was, to all appearance, but small hope of that.

the creek down the bed of which the fugitive had fled was not an ana branch of the murray, but one of the ordinary watercourses called by that name in australia, which is, however, only properly applicable to an inlet of the sea. a raging torrent in winter, it was in summer a succession of 'water-holes' or pools, with spaces of dry ground between them. some of these water-holes were from fifty to a hundred yards in length,—a few much larger, but in general they resembled small ponds,—the breadth being some forty or fifty feet. in depth many greatly exceeded this. the banks were fringed with the 'yarra' trees, which almost invariably, even when they are passing through plains otherwise treeless, margin the smaller watercourses of australia, and which in this particular creek grew more closely than usual together at that level of the bank reached by the floods in winter-time. unlike the generality of australian timber, which shoots up to a considerable height before giving off any branches, these yarra trees in form more often resemble those of english growth (such as the oak); the trunk, gnarled and stunted, dividing at a few feet into large branches, the inner ones growing with an inclination downwards towards the water, into which at flood-time their ends often dip. from the blacks' camp to the out-station hut, a mile off, the course of the creek somewhat resembled the letter s.

we soon overtook the trackers, who had not much difficulty in following, as the fugitive had not had time to resort to any elaborate artifices. at one spot he had taken to the water, and some time passed before the place where he left it could be ascertained. the margin of that particular water-hole was rocky in some places. a slight drizzling rain had continued to fall, but beneath the trees the ground as yet was comparatively dry. the drippings from the fugitive's clothes would quickly betray his passage, but none such could be seen. it was concluded that he lay hidden in a patch of reeds which grew in a shallow part of the water at one end, and search was being made there by two of the blacks as we rode up. the third, however, more cunning than the rest, instead of joining them, ascended on to the plain, and commenced making casts round about in the neighbourhood. at first he also was unsuccessful, but in working his way round the water-hole he caught sight of a tuft of pretty thick bushes some thirty feet or so out. instantly he ran up to them, as if pretty certain of there finding what he was looking for, and, stooping, he drew out a couple of dead, flattened, bushy boughs. beneath these were the footmarks of the hunted man.

the bush in australia is everywhere littered with dead trees and branches, the beds of the creeks in particular, where they are torn from the banks and deposited in heaps by floods. the leaves of one small bushy species adhere most tenaciously for months after death, and are not easily broken. picking up two of these as he fled, and keeping them dry as he entered the water and swam, peel had placed them on the dry, rocky part of the bank. hastily pressing and squeezing as much moisture as possible out of his clothes, he had lifted himself out upon them, and allowed them to receive the droppings from his person. shifting one before the other, and always keeping upon them, he had ascended the bank, and in this manner reached the tuft of bushes without leaving any moisture or footprint to betray him. we found that the bend of the creek at this spot would hide him from view.

after leaving the tuft of bushes, he had run for some distance at full speed, and again descended into the bed. upon coming to that part where it approached the mallee sufficiently close to enable the fugitive, had he left the creek, to reach the scrub before the horseman on watch could overtake him, the trackers found that the traces still continued to keep within the banks. by this they were sure that he had not had time to try it, and that walters had been too quick for him. his resorting to these artifices was another proof, and the trackers now proceeded cautiously, for fear he should double on them and take the back track.

we at length came to a water-hole of great size, being nearly three hundred yards in length, and in parts very broad. along the side of this the tracks led for a good distance, and then suddenly disappeared. the mallee came closer here than in any other part; and the trooper on sentry there was riding up and down in its front. he examined the ground where he was; and the blacks with us, thinking that by chance he might have dodged in unobserved by the sentry, examined the plain in their own vicinity; but no marks could be seen. the fugitive had evidently taken to the water. but had he left it, and how? was the question; for, search as they would, not a mark to indicate the whereabouts of his exit could be seen. the long, dry summer had sunk the water so much, that on both sides a broad margin of damp clay bank extended, which would have quickly betrayed his passage; and the blacks had soon ascertained that peel had not repeated his former ruse. they decided, therefore, that he was still in the water, concealed; and that, moreover, there was another black concealed there with him.

the farther end of the larger lagoon was connected by a narrow, shallow strait, a few feet wide, with a smaller one; and on walking round this, one of the troopers had come upon some other tracks, which also led to the margin of the pool, and there disappeared. an examination of these soon led to the decision that they had very recently been made, that they were the footmarks of a black, and that it was not peel. and upon examining the narrow strait of shallow water, they furthermore asserted that the individual, whoever he was, had passed through it hurriedly on his way to the larger lagoon.

when walters conveyed this information to the superintendent and myself, who were present, i was much surprised. i could not imagine how it could be possible for the men to be concealed in such a place.

'how can they tell that anybody has passed through this water?' i said to their commander. 'it is only two or three feet deep, but the bottom is invisible, owing to the dark colour of the clay, and the shade cast by the trees.'

'they examined the edge of it,' he replied, 'and found that a ripple or wave had recently washed over the pebbles, grass, and clay of the bank for several inches. if he had walked gently through, the mark left would have been much slighter than if he had passed through in a hurry. this fellow rushed through in a hurry, evidently. probably just then he caught sight of the troopers coming over the plain to station themselves by the scrub here, close by, and made for the larger water directly.'

'perhaps,' i suggested, 'the tracks are peel's, made by walking backwards out of the water, to deceive you.'

'he knew well he could not deceive the blacks that way,' said walters. 'no! this is the track of a man running, and running fast. doubtless it was one of the head-station blacks, from the public-house, who had heard or suspected something, and was coming to give the others warning, but was too late. whoever he is, he is hidden somewhere in the water still, and peel too, most likely.'

'in the water?' i said, astonished.

'yes; amongst the reeds.'

'but,' said i, 'there are no reeds, or scarcely any; only those narrow strips, barely a yard or two in width, round the margin; and you can see right down into them from the banks, and detect any man's head above the surface, even if it were in the thickest patch i see hereabouts; for they are not more than ten or twelve inches above the water, at most.'

'yes; if they were such fools as to keep their heads above water,' replied the lieutenant. 'but these chaps are stowed away underneath.'

'with their heads under water? what do you mean?'

'i mean that you might pass this lagoon, walk round its banks, and look as closely as you will down upon those scanty reeds fringing the margin,—you will see nothing, and hear nothing but the rustling of the wind in the leaves. and yet a hundred blacks might be lying hidden there all the time! and so closely will they be concealed that a flock of wild ducks might alight and see nothing to startle them, so solitary and quiet will be the aspect of the place.'

'how can they manage it?'

'simply enough. almost every one of them keeps about him, concealed in his thick, bushy hair, a piece of hollow reed tube. when closely pressed, they take to the water, and, diving beneath, thrust their heads into a patch of reeds. turning on their backs first, they allow their faces to come near enough to the surface for the tube to project, and they breathe through it. the sharpest eye could not detect this, hidden as it is amongst the thick growth; and even without it, it would be impossible to detect their nostrils, which, in that case, they only allow to project above water. see!' he added; 'they are groping for them.'

some spears had been brought from the deserted camp for this very purpose; and, walking round the margin, two of the troopers thrust these in all directions into the water, but for some time without any result; the other black continuing his search round the banks for the trail, in case they had after all left it. all at once, however, i noticed one of them, as he was bending forward, and probing with his weapon, slip and partly fall in. his spear had been jerked out of his hand, and a movement in the reeds betrayed the cause. running up, i caught sight, for an instant, of the twinkling soles of the feet (which are much lighter-coloured than the skin of the rest of the body) of the diver, as he proceeded to swim under water to some other part of the lagoon. but his pursuers had also seen them, and had been able to follow, with their keener gaze, the passage of the dark body itself, which, after the first glimpse, was invisible to me, to its new hiding-place. there was not the slightest disturbance of the surface, or any greater movement amongst the wind-tossed reeds than was observable elsewhere on the water-hole, to betray its whereabouts, yet the blacks unerringly selected the spot, and with poised spears were about to thrust the unfortunate through, whoever he was, when stevenson interposed.

'no, we must have none of that kind of work, walters,' he said. 'get him out alive;' and after poking and following the fugitive to two or three different parts of the lagoon, finding it useless to persist, he at length popped his head above water, revealing to our gaze the features, not of bobby peel, but of the boy pothook, whom we had left at home. finding a brandy bottle on the shelf of our hut, his custodian had gone to get some water to mix himself a glass, thinking that as the boy was snoring he must be asleep; and the lad had seized the opportunity, slipped out, and made off, and was out of range before the hut-keeper had missed him. but pothook was too late to warn his friends.

he was in mortal terror at finding himself in the hands of the dreaded troopers, and would not come out of the water until he had made stevenson and me promise they should not kill him.

'where bobby peel?' asked the superintendent of the lad.

'him pull away over yonder,' he replied, pointing to the out-station hut, which was invisible, being hidden by some bushes out in the plain.

'likely story that!' said the lieutenant contemptuously. 'it's no use asking him anything; he wants to get us away from here; and he'll lie till he's white in the face to do it. no! peel is in this water-hole, i am positive. we shall have him presently, never fear. i must have that rascal this time; he has dodged me so often. but i think he won't slip through my fingers now.'

but 'the rascal' seemed destined not to be caught. the blacks stripped and swam about the lagoon, groping amongst the remaining reeds, and now and then diving to take a look below, but in vain. half an hour had altogether been spent in the search, and still there were no signs of the fugitive.

'i begin to think the boy may be speaking the truth after all,' said the superintendent to me; 'though why peel should make for the hut, where the men hate him so much, is a puzzle to me. surely he would not dare. i will ride across and see.'

just at that moment, however, we observed one of the blacks, who was coursing round the water-hole like a baffled bloodhound, suddenly stop, and look up at the branches of the trees which everywhere surrounded it. these had been examined by them upon first coming, in order to make sure that no boughs hung near enough to the surface for any swimmer to lift himself out by their aid. but the water was so low at this time that every branch was at first sight apparently too far out of reach. finding no trace, however, on the broad clay margin on either side, the idea again suggested itself, and a more minute examination of the different trees was made; but the bough which approached the water most nearly was five or six feet from the surface, and belonged to a tree which was situated on the side nearest to the hut. jumping into the creek, however, the black above mentioned swam out until he came beneath it, and, although the water-hole was at least fifty feet deep, to our surprise the man's body presently emerged until he stood up, and, reaching out his hands, grasped the bough and swung himself up on to it. the manner in which peel had left the water was now made manifest. a large tree was there sunk,[1] a bough of it coming to within a few inches of the surface. from the banks this was invisible, owing to the dark shade cast by the branches above; but the fugitive, who was familiar with every foot of the water-hole from infancy, had availed himself of it, and had landed on the side nearest to the hut, and away from the scrub.

[1] the australian woods, with a few exceptions, sink in water.

the black scrambled along until he reached the trunk, and, slipping down, looked at the ground at its foot. the grass along the edge of the plain above, for the breadth of a few feet back from the bank, had already been examined up and down the water-hole on his side, but without effect, and no tracks could now be seen at the foot of this particular tree. the black, however, again looking up, observed that a long bough projected out over the plain, and walking out to the end of this he again examined the ground. one glance was sufficient for him, although i could see nothing, and giving a cooey to the rest, who were still hunting in the bed of the creek, walters and his companions joined him.

'got it—track belongin' to bobby,' said the trooper, pointing to the ground, and trotting farther out on the plain towards the hut.