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 them on Jarrol's wrists, after which he bound him to a heavy log which Dodge used for a seat, and departed from the hut, leaving him to his fate.

"There's no place like home," said Dodge, as he kicked open the door of his hut with such energy that it bid fair to smash the novel hinges. "Thunder! why what's here? "he said, advancing on the bushranger, whose countenance, changed as it was, he soon recognised. Stationing himself in the doorway, he shouted to his companions, "Come on and see an original babe in the wood.—Ho! ho!! flattered by the honor of your visit, Mr. Jarrol, or Barrell, or what your name is." But Jarrol was in an exhausted state and uttered only a low moaning. It seemed as if the bushranger was again in the power of those most interested in his capture only to create disappointment. After he had been liberated from the terrible position in which Bayley left him, with the miserable prospect of being either starved, or delivered into the power of the law, and had partaken sparingly of some food, he partially revived, but his mind wandered, and when he spoke it was of things and places far away. It became evident that the terror he had experienced had overthrown his reason. Occasional fits of frenzy were followed by great depression. An attempt was made (but without success) to relieve him of the handcuffs in which it will be remembered Bayley left him. Whilst those in the hut were engaged with the bushranger, the dog Lady appeared upon the scene. She entered the hut with a growl, and evinced anything but a friendly feeling towards Jarrol, and at last the attentions she paid were of such a decidedly hostile nature, that Dodge was induced to order her to keep at a more respectful distance. "Now I know all about it," he said, talking to his dog, who continued growling, "this fellow served you very badly, but you see he has since been served worse