“Go on, sir,” said the governor, with a wave of his hand that was full of grace and dignity.
“The two convicts who were brought to the notice of your excellency fought with us side by side, and in one engagement, a band of desperate bushrangers were destroyed before the police made their appearance. Black Darnley, the leader of the gang, was killed, and knowing that a large reward was offered for his arrest or death, we thought your excellency would exercise your usual clemency and grant the men a free pardon for their past offences.”
“You know not what you ask for,” said the governor, hastily, and I thought impatiently; and then in a milder tone he continued: “I am so hampered by the home government that I rarely interfere in such matters, and would much rather some other request were preferred.”
“But let your excellency consider. These men have been on tickets of leave for a number of years, and not a word of complaint has been received against them. I believe that I am justified in referring to the captain of police for confirmation of my words.”
The captain bowed, and smiled at my earnestness, and I continued:
“One of them, by honest industry, has accumulated a large property, but the dreadful sentence of the court still clings to him, and if an enemy, actuated by the desire to despoil him of his fortune, should prefer a complaint, he would be arrested and consigned to the hulks, to die perhaps of a broken heart. That is not the proper fate of a gallant man, who has the good of the colony at heart, and is willing to shed his blood in its defence.”
“Ask of me any thing but the pardon of the two persons you mention, and I shall be most happy to grant it,” replied the governor, after a moment’s thought, and a half irresolute glance at Colonel Hensen, as though asking his opinion before deciding.
“We have no other request to make, may it please your excellency,” answered Fred, with dignity. “We came to Melbourne expressly to ask for the men’s pardon, and as it is not granted, you will allow us to take our leave.”
We bowed and stepped towards the door. The governor looked astonished at our independence, and after a moment’s whispering with his suite, he recalled us.
“On one condition will I comply with your request,” he said, and I saw that the old weakness had returned to his face, and that he was no longer the dignified executive officer.
“We await the proposition,” I said.
“Why, the fact is, I have heard such good accounts of both of you, that I am desirous of retaining your services. You are anxious for the full pardon of the two convicts. I will comply with your request provided you enter the police service for five years. The rank of lieutenants will he bestowed on both of you.”
“We are under the necessity of declining your intended kindness,” replied Fred, ironically, “and as we cannot obtain what we wish without sacrificing our independence, we again take our leave.”