He left his homestead early and arrived at the ranch late in the afternoon.  As he rode near he saw Jones sitting on the stockyard toprail, apparently enjoying an evening pipe.  On calling to him Jones jumped down, but instead of coming to meet his friend he ran into the bush (wood) close to the stockyard.  Smith, supposing he was playing a joke, dismounted and followed him; but neither hunting nor calling had any effect—­Jones was not to be found.  Smith, thinking he might be taking some short cut to the hut, which was a little way off, mounted and proceeded thither.  Here, again, he was disappointed, and on enquiry from the hutkeeper learned from him that his master had left for Melbourne and England a month previously, and that he—­the hutkeeper—­was in charge till his return.  Smith, not liking the man or his manner, pretended to accept his statement, and said nothing about having just seen his master.  After taking some refreshment and a slight rest he proceeded on his way to Melbourne, where on enquiry at hotels and shipping offices he learnt that his friend had not been seen in Melbourne for a long time, and had not taken his passage for England.

He then told his story to a mutual acquaintance, who agreed to return with him and endeavour to discover what was wrong before taking steps.  Together they journeyed back, and on coming within sight of the stock yard there was Jones sitting on the rail in his previous position, and, as before, jumped down and ran into the bush.

Smith and his companion now made an extensive examination of the locality, but were unable to discover anything to assist them.  They then proceeded to the hut as if they had just arrived from Melbourne, and without mentioning that they had seen his master, got into general conversation with the hutkeeper, but failed to elicit anything beyond what he had previously stated, adding only that he did not expect his employer’s return for five or six months.

They remained at the station that night and left early in the morning, apparently for Smith’s homestead, but when they had ridden out of sight of the hut they wheeled and returned to Melbourne by another route.

The idea that occupied their minds at this point was that Jones was insane, probably led thereto by his lonely life; that he was wandering about in the bush in the neighbourhood of the hut, which he continued to visit, as they had seen, and that he had, with a madman’s acuteness, purposely misled the hutkeeper about his going to England.  Smith and his companion feared to mention their suspicions to the hutkeeper, believing that he would not remain alone on the station if he thought that a maniac was about.  Seeing Jones a second time, apparently in his usual health, had divested their minds of any suspicion that the hutkeeper had deceived them, or was in any way responsible, and the real facts as they subsequently turned out had not presented themselves to their minds.