We pushed on, stopping only long enough to make inquiries of men on the road, and at length we got on the trail of the fugitives.  They were travelling on horseback, like ourselves, but were mounted on worthless animals, that threatened to break down at every step; so we were told.  The last farmer that gave us information said that he had spoken to them, and supplied them with bread, and that he did not think they were more than ten miles in advance of us.

This information gave us renewed life, and we spurred on until our horses were in a foaming sweat; and just as we began to think that the runaways had diverged from the beaten path, we caught sight of them riding along as leisurely, and with as munch independence, as man and wife.

Herrets rushed forward, and uttered oath after oath as he caught sight of his wife, while the latter applied her riding whip to the sides of her steed, in the vain endeavor to escape; but finding that we gained on her and her paramour, she suffered her horse to fall into a walk, and apparently took no further notice of us.

Not so with her companion, whose name was Delvin, a young and good-looking fellow; and had we not been present, he would have laughed at the demands of Herrets, for he was as bold as a lion, and was just the kind of a man that a romantic girl like Mary would take a fancy to.

“Villain!” shouted Herrets, presenting an old horse pistol, that looked as though it had seen service in the war of Cromwell, “stop, and account to me for the seduction of my wife, or I’ll shoot you as you fly!”

“Shoot and be d——­d!” replied Delvin, with a sneer; “but remember, I can use a pistol as well as you.”  And as he spoke, he drew from his belt a six inch revolver, and coolly waited for Herrets to commence hostilities.

This the latter was in no hurry to do, when he saw that his opponent was better armed than himself; so he checked his horse, and waited for us to come up.

We rode leisurely towards the runaways, and did not think it worth our while to make a show of hostilities, for while we had promised the husband to assist him, we did not consider that we were bound to fight his battles.

“Put up your pistol,” said Fred, calmly, when we had reached the woman and her paramour; “there will be no use for it at present.”

Delvin hesitated for a moment, and only for a moment; then, with an oath, he returned his pistol to its case, and waited our proceedings.

As for the woman, she appeared the most indifferent person in the group, and instead of being overwhelmed with shame, actually smiled at the expression of misery depicted upon her husband’s face.

“We shall have to relieve you of your fair charge,” Fred said, addressing Mr. Delvin; “civilization has hardly arrived at such a point in Australia that a man can run off with another’s wife, and expect to escape punishment.”

“The woman goes with me!” cried Delvin, fiercely, and his hand again sought his pistol; but seeing that we took no notice of the movement, he withdrew it slowly, and appeared undecided what to do.