Having provided himself with pen and ink and paper, he sat down at the table and began to write rapidly. At the end of about an hour he had finished a letter, which lay folded, sealed, and addressed in front of him. It bore the inscription— Messrs. H. & E. Quinion Broadstone England. It contained a statement of the confession he had that evening heard given by Fellows, with an intimation of where he was now to be found in case the firm felt any desire to possess that information. After hinting at sources of further information, it concluded with an urgent request that the writer’s name, which was communicated in strict confidence, as a proof of _bonâ fides_, should be kept a profound secret. How to get this letter posted without its destination becoming a topic for conversation, was the difficulty which next presented itself. For several days he was at a loss to know how to overcome this obstacle to the success of his scheme. On the fourth day after the events narrated, Ranger announced his intention of riding over to Wolseley Station on business which would detain him until the evening of the next day. It was too good an opportunity to be missed; so a few hours after the farmer’s departure, securing a horse from amongst the many that are allowed free range without detriment, it being only imported horses of the better class which, as a rule, are stabled, he soon had it saddled, and was off for "Indian Head," where he expected to find a post-box convenient, into which his letter might be dropped. After a couple of hours’ sharp ride, he entered the little town, where, without much difficulty, he discovered the object of his search. Having accomplished his mission, and given his horse breathing time, he set out on his return. The moon had not yet risen, but the stars shone out in a clear sky; and objects were plainly visible on the road to be traversed. Mounting the crest of a hill, he was proceeding at an easy trot to descend a winding pathway which led on to the plains, when something—it was never known what—caused the horse to swerve and stumble, and the next minute, before its rider could recover himself, he was pitched forward with the horse on top of him. Recovering his feet without much difficulty, the horse stood for a few moments, and then, as if it had taken in the situation, galloped off in the direction of home. Barton was stunned by the fall, and lay on the road insensible.