“Two can play at that game, friend,” exclaimed Burton, lifting his musket and letting fly at the bushranger.
The other bushranger had disappeared through the other door.
He was by that time practically damned beyond redemption, and his brilliant career as a bushranger followed as a matter of course.
The bushranger looked over his shoulder with a bitter smile.
A year later Hyland the bushranger was shot in a struggle with the mounted police sent to capture him.
The bushranger made a good deal of exciting history in Australia.
As he passed by Starlight's hammock the bushranger turned in his sleep, and threw back the blanket from his throat.
The next morning, however, the bushranger's plans were openly divulged.
It reminded me of the case of a minister in the backwoods calling on a bushranger to go round with the hat.
The bushranger yelled for help and tried to stop his horse, but failed to do so.