As none of the convicts were acquainted with the bush, they had been obliged to select as their rendezvous a hut two miles out of the town, where the convict gangs that worked on the road were in the habit of leaving their tools. On the way there the two men killed a couple of sheep from a flock whose position they had noticed before it became dark. These they skinned, cut off the heads, and left them behind, carrying the sheep on their shoulders to the meeting. “Is that you, Captain Wild?” a voice said as they approached. “Yes; Gentleman Dick is with me.” “That is a good job. We had begun to think that the soldiers had caught you.” “They would not have caught us alive, you may take your oath. How many are there of us here?” “Ten of us, Captain. I think that that is all there are.” “That is enough for our purpose. Has anyone got anything to eat?” There was a deep growl in the negative. “Well, we have brought a couple of sheep with us, and as we have carried them something like a mile, you had better handle them by turns. We will strike off into the bush and put another three or four miles between us and the jail, and then light a fire and have a meal.” Two of the men came forward and took the sheep. Then they turned off from the road, and taking their direction from a star, followed it for an hour. “I think we have got far enough now,” the man called Captain Wild said. “You had better cut down the bushes, and we will make a fire.” “But how are we to light it?” one of them exclaimed in a tone of consternation. “I don't suppose we have got flint and steel or tinder box among us.” “Oh, we can manage that!” the Captain said. “Get a heap of dried leaves here first, then some wood, and we will soon have a blaze.” His orders were obeyed. Some of the men had carried off the warders' swords as well as their muskets, and now used them for chopping wood. As soon as a small pile of dried leaves was gathered the Captain broke a cartridge and sprinkled half its contents among them, and then dropped the remainder into his musket. He flashed this off among the leaves, and a bright flame at once shot up, and in five minutes a fire was burning. One of the sheep was soon cut up, the meat hacked in slices from the bones, a ramrod was thrust through the pieces, and, supported by four sticks, was laid across the fire. Three other similarly laden spits were soon placed beside it, and in a short time the meat was ready for eating. Until a hearty meal had been made there was but little talking. “That is first rate,” one of the men said, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Now one only wants a pipe and bacca and a glass of grog, to feel comfortable.” “Well, Captain, are you satisfied with the day's work?”