The inspector pointed to the hill top, and there we saw all six of the robbers running at a rapid rate towards the edge of the ravine.  The latter was about six feet deep, and it was easy to see the advantage such a position would give them; for while they could fire at us with awful accuracy, we could not return a shot with any hope of success.

“We are with you,” cried Fred, striking his horse with his spurs, and forward we all went at a killing pace.

The bushrangers saw that they were discovered, and raised a shout of triumph, as though certain that we were within their toils.  I heard the inspector utter a bitter curse at his stupidity in leaving his powder and bullets behind, and that was the only answer to the challenge.

The ravine was about thirty feet wide, and like all places where a large body of water has forced its way, was rugged, and difficult for horses to tread.  Huge rocks and deep gullies wore met at every step, and the utmost caution was requisite to prevent our animals from breaking their legs, or refusing to move forward at a pace faster than a walk.

For the first few minutes after entering the passage we anticipated a discharge over our heads every moment; but finding that the bushrangers did not take advantage of our situation, and that, we were unmolested, we had time to wonder at their forbearance, and to suggest to Mr. Brown that perhaps we were more frightened than hurt.

“Not a bit of it,” he rejoined.  “I tell you that the scamps have not given up the chase so easy, and that all our trouble is to come at the outlet of the ravine.  The only reason we have escaped so far, is because we were too quick to enable them to reach the edge of the bluff at the entrance.  We shall hear from the devils, never fear, and before long, I am thinking.

“Press on,” cried the inspector, as the outlet of the ravine came in view; “we may defeat the devils yet.”

Unlucky words, for hardly had he uttered them when a sharp crack from the top of the cliff was heard, and a ball whizzed within a few inches of my face, and struck the nag upon which the inspector was mounted, the animal plunged forward for a few steps, and then suddenly rearing, fell back heavily, crushing the left leg of Mr. Brown, and jamming it between the saddle and the earth.  “On,” cried the wounded man, faintly; “save yourselves, if possible, and leave me.”

“You must have a poor opinion of Americans if you expect us to do that,” cried Fred, with as much coolness as I ever saw him exhibit in my life.

And even while my friend was speaking, to my great admiration he dismounted, letting his horse go wherever it desired to wander—­for he knew that no shot would be aimed at that which the bushrangers most desired—­and rushed to aid the fallen inspector.