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his revolver. "No; I never did hear it before," he said.
"I'm not surprised," replied the other. "I was a new member when you were turned out of the club." Stingaree's hand closed: his eyes were terrible. "And yet," continued Kentish, "the moment I saw you at close quarters in the road I recognized you as"
"Stingaree!" cried the bushranger, on a rich and vibrant note. "Let the other name pass your lips—even here—and it's the last word that ever will!"
"Very well," said Mr. Kentish, with his unaffected shrug. "But, you see, I know all about you."
"You're the only man who does, in all Australia!" exclaimed the outlaw, hoarsely.
"At present! I sha'n't be the only man long."
"You will," said Stingaree through teeth and mustache; and he leaned over, revolver in hand. 'You'll be the only man ever, because, instead of tying you up, I'm going to shoot you."
Kentish threw up his head in sharp contempt. "What!" said he. "Sitting?"
Stingaree sprang to his feet in a fury. "No; I have a brace!" he cried, catching the pack-horse. "You shall have the other, if it makes you
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