{"product_id":"2940015630671","title":"The Gully Of Bluemansdyke","description":"CONTENTS.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e                                          PAGE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     THE GULLY OF BLUEMANSDYKE               7\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     THE PARSON OF JACKMAN'S GULCH          50\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     MY FRIEND THE MURDERER                 79\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     THE SILVER HATCHET                    114\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     THE MAN FROM ARCHANGEL                144\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     THAT LITTLE SQUARE BOX                188\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     A NIGHT AMONG THE NIHILISTS           226\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e_THE GULLY OF BLUEMANSDYKE._\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA TRUE COLONIAL STORY.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBroadhurst's store was closed, but the little back room looked very\u003cbr\u003ecomfortable that night. The fire cast a ruddy glow on ceiling and walls,\u003cbr\u003ereflecting itself cheerily on the polished flasks and shot-guns which\u003cbr\u003eadorned them. Yet a gloom rested on the two men who sat at either side\u003cbr\u003eof the hearth, which neither the fire nor the black bottle upon the\u003cbr\u003etable could alleviate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Twelve o'clock,\" said old Tom, the storeman glancing up at the wooden\u003cbr\u003etimepiece which had come out with him in '42. \"It's a queer thing,\u003cbr\u003eGeorge, they haven't come.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's a dirty night,\" said his companion, reaching out his arm for a\u003cbr\u003eplug of tobacco. \"The Wawirra's in flood, maybe; or maybe their horses\u003cbr\u003eis broke down; or they've put it off, perhaps. Great Lord, how it\u003cbr\u003ethunders! Pass us over a coal, Tom.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe spoke in a tone which was meant to appear easy, but with a painful\u003cbr\u003ethrill in it which was not lost upon his mate. He glanced uneasily at\u003cbr\u003ehim from under his grizzled eyebrows.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You think it's all right, George?\" he said, after a pause.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Think what's all right?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Why, that the lads are safe.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Safe! Of course they're safe. What the devil is to harm them?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, nothing; nothing, to be sure,\" said old Tom. \"You see, George,\u003cbr\u003esince the old woman died, Maurice has been all to me; and it makes me\u003cbr\u003ekinder anxious. It's a week since they started from the mine, and you'd\u003cbr\u003eha' thought they'd be here now. But it's nothing unusual, I s'pose;\u003cbr\u003enothing at all. Just my darned folly.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What's to harm them?\" repeated George Hutton again, arguing to convince\u003cbr\u003ehimself rather than his comrade. \"It's a straight road from the diggin's\u003cbr\u003eto Rathurst, and then through the hills past Bluemansdyke, and over the\u003cbr\u003eWawirra by the ford, and so down to Trafalgar by the bush track.\u003cbr\u003eThere's nothin' deadly in all that, is there? My son Allan's as dear to\u003cbr\u003eme as Maurice can be to you, mate,\" he continued; \"but they know the\u003cbr\u003eford well, and there's no other bad place. They'll be here to-morrow\u003cbr\u003enight, certain.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Please God they may!\" said Broadhurst; and the two men lapsed into\u003cbr\u003esilence for some time, moodily staring into the glow of the fire, and\u003cbr\u003epulling at their short clays.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was indeed, as Hutton had said, a dirty night. The wind was howling\u003cbr\u003edown through the gorges of the western mountains, and whirling and\u003cbr\u003eeddying among the streets of Trafalgar; whistling through the chinks in\u003cbr\u003ethe rough wood cabins, and tearing away the frail shingles which formed\u003cbr\u003ethe roofs. The streets were deserted, save for one or two stragglers\u003cbr\u003efrom the drinking shanties, who wrapped their cloaks around them and\u003cbr\u003estaggered home through the wind and rain towards their own cabins.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe silence was broken by Broadhurst, who was evidently still ill at\u003cbr\u003eease.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47080917106928,"sku":"2940015630671","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940015630671","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}