Settling Day

d for three da

ll they know where t

n for you. There's a bad name

s giv

and well-you

hy

t was an expressive gesture, it mean

old gang, they tell

u mean by t

rs all up at Potter's Shanty when t

y that-d

es

est. I was the

n it, Jim?-

not in it in the

put i

, but Jim Dennis turned round

dare ask

elt unco

ou to give a pa

and took his arm. The pressure

n amputation c

ped his arm and

on't you really know th

n my h

he last man

d glanced out of

Potter's Shanty had puzzl

and death is not knocking at his door, i

hotel, a dispensary for every kind of infernal

old place, and lay, or, to be more correct, tried to stand, between Swamp Creek and Wanabeen. Old Potter was a relic of bygone days. He ha

ther read or write; so on one occasion when he was accused of

thief, but the prosecution went too far, as prosecutions occasionally do, and proved too much. It was s

bill?' ask

a few remarks made as to Samu

don't know what a bill is?

depends,'

nswer me that, sir!' thundered th

shanty and ran up a score, which you didn't pay, an

pulled his black clo

ould pay it, provided you

ldn't do, your wor

asked t

can't rea

been reposing on his notebook, and said, as

is man was charg

nked, and eventually Sam

ther read or write, he was a shrewd man, and his sha

, and the solitary mounted constable in the place

ware that Potter's Shanty was a house of ill repu

to by Dr Tom was exci

em, fairly good animals. The passengers also endeavoured to cool their parched throats, but old Sam

the Nation's Bank was on his way to the headquarters for the Western District at Bo

ded, and that he might escape observation. Thirty or forty years ago things were very different in Au

e night the coach stopped and the ma

on the day of the robbery at Potter's. There was no direct evidence to prove Jim Dennis had any hand in the business, but in those days suspicion once fastened on to a man was diffic

. He had driven the coach between Swamp Creek and Bourke for several years. He knew every inch of the road, or, to be more correct, the track, and no man could frighten a box-seat passeng

is remarkable sheet Ned Glenn was depicted as a kind of Claude Duval on the box seat of his coach. Passengers were notified to 'beware of the d

mp Creek that he had a good action against

l get 'em?

' replied

ut your share

e recompense,' said

lenn was rather proud of figuring in the Lantern. He had seen the Premier occupying the front page, also the G

'bagman,' who occupied the box seat. Ned Glenn was a thick-and-thin supporter of Jim Dennis and Dr Tom, not to mention the l

ight Dr Tom was to leave Wa

g on the verandah, and saw him tooling

about that affair at Potter's,' sa

go and get him a drink ready. I feel quite light-hea

e came out again Ned Glenn had pulled

rs; he merely had the

you doing here?' sang out

en very ill. I've been

tle chap?' exclaimed Ne

but he's out of dange

re's

e to get yo

after themselves. His old-fashioned figure glided round the

can't afford to lose him. T

anks to Dr Tom; but he's

I'll live to see him on the back of a