Stingaree
"It's wonderful to think of this 'ere Colony prodoocin' the world's best primer donner!"
"It is, indeed."
"When you think of 'er start."
"That's true."
The pawnbroker leant across his counter and leered more than ever in his customer's face.
"They say she ain't no better than she ought to be!"
"Really?"
"It's right, too; but what can you expect of a primer donner whose fortune was made by a blood-thirsty bushranger like that there Stingaree?"
"You little scurrilous wretch!" cried the bushranger, and flung out of the shop that second.
It was a miracle. He remembered everything now. Then he had done the world a service as well as the woman! He gave thanks for the guinea in his pocket, and asked his way to the Town Hall. And as he marched down the middle of the lighted streets the first flock of newsboys came flying in his face.
"Escape of Stingaree! Escape of Stingaree! Cowardly Outrage on Famous Author! Escape of Stingaree!!"
The damp pink papers were in the hands of the
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