Stingaree
"I feel the heat," said the bound man, uncomplainingly. "And it was just about here it happened.
"What happened?"
"We overtook the Church militant here on earth," rejoined the bushranger, with rueful irreverence.
"Well, you ran against a snag that time, Mr. Sanguinary Stingaree!"
"I couldn't resist turning Howie into the Bishop and making myself his mouthpiece. I daren't let him open his lips! It wasn't the offertory that was worth having; it was the fun of rounding up that congregation on the homestead veranda, and never letting them spot a thing till we'd showed our guns. There hadn't been a hitch, and never would have been if that old Bishop hadn't run all those miles barefoot over hot sand and taken us unawares."
Made with wry humor and a philosophic candor, alike germane to his predicament, these remarks seemed natural enough to one knowing little of Stingaree. They seemed just the sort of things that Stingaree would say. The effect, however, was rather to glorify Bishop Methuen at the expense of Superintendent Cairns, who strove to reverse it with some dexterity.
"You certainly ran against a snag," he repeated,
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