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Title: Settling Day
Author: Nat Gould
Release Date: March 6, 2011 [EBook #35496]
Language: English
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Settling Day
SOME PRESS OPINIONS
'We are inclined to regard this volume as the best work he, Mr Gould, has yet done.'—The Field.
'These vivid, varied and altogether delightful sketches.'—Glasgow Herald.
A RACECOURSE TRAGEDY
SOME PRESS OPINIONS
'Most of the characters are delightful, and the love scenes towards the close—in which two of Mr Gould's best-depicted characters are the actors—furnish an extremely pleasant ending to an exciting and well-told story.'—Scotsman.
'A good example of a plain, straightforward story, without any mystery, yet strong in human interest.'—Nottingham Guardian.
WARNED OFF
SOME PRESS OPINIONS
'Nat Gould's stories are so lively and full of "go" that they never drag for a moment, and the topics of the Turf are sure to be found discussed by the characters in the typical style. "Warned Off," the latest of the series, is a capital story of a gentleman rider who suffers an unjust Turf sentence.'—Leeds Mercury.
'The plot affords plenty of scope for the style of writing in which Mr Gould indulges, and the book comes out at an appropriate time, inasmuch as some of the most exciting incidents take place at Epsom.'—The Field.
For further List of Authors please refer to end of book.
SETTLING DAY BY NAT GOULDAUTHOR OF
'THE DOUBLE EVENT,' 'A RACECOURSE TRAGEDY,'
'WARNED OFF,' ETC., ETC.
LONDON
R.A. EVERETT & CO.
42 ESSEX STREET, STRAND, W.C.
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CONTENTS CHAP. PAGE I. The Little Chap 1 II. Black Sal 10 III. Potter's Shanty 17 IV. Jim's Trouble 25 V. A Regular Savage 34 VI. Rodney Shaw 43 VII. Outwitted 53 VIII. At Cudgegong Station 62 IX. The Sort of Man Dr Tom is 71 X. A Frightened Scoundrel 80 XI. 'Try Willie' 89 XII. Mainly Concerning a Dog 97 XIII. Speculation 106 XIV. The Half-Caste's Warning 115 XV. A Cowardly Assault 123 XVI. The Morning of the Race 132 XVII. At the Post 141 XVIII. His First Race 149 XIX. Sal at Work 158 XX. Danger at Hand 168 XXI. A Clever Escape 177 XXII. Determined Men 187 XXIII. The Attack on Barker's Creek 196 XXIV. A Fierce Fight 205 XXV. A Stricken Woman 214 XXVI. Settling Day 223 XXVII. Neptune's Son 232 XXVIII. Grey Bird is Admired 240 XXIX. A Glorious Victory 249 XXX. In the Days of Prosperity 258 SETTLING DAY CHAPTER ITHE LITTLE CHAP
He was riding hard and fast, the thud of his horse's hoofs resounded from the sun-baked ground. He rode for a life, the life of his child, a little chap six years old. As he urged on his mare he fancied in every moan of the wind he heard a cry of pain. His face was set and his eyes were tearless, but his heart throbbed painfully, and each pulsation seemed to increase his dread of what might happen in the homestead during his absence. In the Australian bush doctors are few and far between, and many miles have to be covered before assistance in case of sickness can be obtained.
Jim Dennis's had not been a happy life. He was practically an outcast from society, a solitary man, living in a lonely spot in the wilds of New South Wales. He had been grievously wronged, and knew it, but others did not, and the world's judgment upon him had been harsh and unjust. He hated the world, so he said, and thought he meant, it; but there was one connecting link with the past that softened his heart, and that was the little chap who lay fighting for life while he rode at a mad pace to fetch aid so necessary to save him; and the mare, with that unerring instinct which horses possess, knew she was set no ordinary task. The sun was glowing down upon man and beast, and the ground felt like hot bricks. There was no grass, for the wretched substitute in the dried shrivelled blades that nodded faintly in the wind could scarcely be designated as such.
No trees afforded a cool shade, and a stagnant water-hole or two was no temptation to drink.
Jim Dennis had several miles to go before he reached Swamp Creek, the nearest township to his lonely station.
He urged the mare on, and faster and faster she went, taxing her strength to the uttermost, and yet never faltering, her courage still high, her spirit undaunted. Her nostrils were extended and fiery red, a few faint traces of foam were on the bit, but her mouth was dry and parched as the ground she galloped over.
Her breath came in short, quick sobs, and Jim Dennis knew she would be well-nigh spent in another hour. He was not a cruel man, and he had great affection for all animals. It was mankind that he warred against, not the brute creation.
'Poor old lass,' he murmured as he patted her hot neck. 'Poor old Bess. This is a hard day's work for you old girl; but don't think me cruel. You must save his life—my little chap's life. He's dying, Bess. Do you hear—? he's dying!' He almost shouted the last words in a long wail of agony.
The mare pricked her ears at the sound, and, noble beast that she was, stretched out in a final effort.
She almost flew over the ground and even Jim Dennis, who knew her so well, was surprised.
'She knows,' he thought. 'Good old Bess! She's never gone like this before.'
There was a singing in his ears, and a monotonous, wailing cry hovered around him.
If the little chap died he knew there was nothing left for him to live for. That small life breathed hope into him, and if it were extinguished the last flicker would go out of his heart.
In the far distance he saw a small cluster of houses, shanties would perhaps be the proper word. It was the dim outline of Swamp Creek, a miserable little place, but to Jim it seemed a haven of rest and hope.
The local doctor was a curious compound of self-conceit and good nature. He had been a ship's surgeon for many years, and if he was somewhat addicted to drink, no better hearted fellow could be found for a hundred miles round.
He was stranded in Sydney, but through the aid of a brother medico of repute he managed to establish himself at Swamp Creek, where in his bachelor state he eked out an existence.
Dr Thomas Sheridan, or, as he was familiarly known in Swamp Creek district, Dr Tom, was simply idolised by the inhabitants, and this adoration was not undeserved, for it often stood in lieu of medical fees.
Dr Tom, even when in his cups, was never known to refuse to undertake any journey, no matter how far, or in what weather, or how remote the chance of payment.
Although he did not look it, Dr Tom was by no means unskilful, and he had an iron nerve which no amount of bad, fiery liquor, could shake.
It was to Dr Tom that Jim Dennis was riding, and he felt every confidence in his being able to pull the little chap through if he could only get him there in time.
That was the all-important question: Would Dr Tom arrive in time?
Nearer and nearer the mare galloped towards the township, and the doctor, whose house stood at the edge of the village, saw them coming.
He was in a good humour. That morning he had completed a difficult operation to his entire satisfaction, although the patient had alluded to him as a 'blundering old idiot,' and wondered why such men were permitted to 'adorn' the medical profession.
Dr Tom was used to strong language, Swamp Creek was famous for it, in fact the Creek had almost a language of its own. The atmosphere probably had something to do with the warmth of the expressions used by the inhabitants.
Dr Tom looked at the mare and her rider, and said to himself:
'That's Jim Dennis. Wonder what the devil he's up to, tearing about the country like a madman in this heat. He's on a "jag," I guess. Well, he'll get no assistance here, I can do with all the "jag mixture" myself.'
Jim Dennis pulled the exhausted mare up with a jerk, and, springing out of the saddle, rushed up the steps of the doctor's house.
'He's dying, Dr Tom, the little chap's dying. Come at once. For God's sake man hurry! We haven't a moment to lose. You must save him. You can save him. You will save him! He's all I have in the world.'
'What, little Willie!' exclaimed Dr Tom. 'What's got hold of him?'
'Fever, or something. He's raving. Don't stand talking. Hurry up! Get out your buggy and horses. Never mind if you drive 'em to death. I'll pay for 'em. Only get there in time.'
'I'll be ready in a crack, Jim,' said Dr Tom, as he went inside, and, in a very short space of time, the buggy, with a decent pair of horses hitched to it, was at the door.
'Leave your mare here, she's dead beat,' said Dr Tom.
Away they went at full gallop, and as the doctor's buggy dashed out of the township, people looked after it and thought it must be a desperate case for him to drive his cattle at such a pace.
'Keep calm, man; keep calm, or you'll be ill yourself,' said Dr Tom.
'I can't do it, doc, the little chap may be dead,' and Jim Dennis groaned.
'Cheer up, mate, you never know what a youngster can pull through; they'll beat a man hollow. Many's the child I have seen live when a man would have died,' said Dr Tom.
There was a gleam of hope in Jim Dennis's eyes, but it quickly faded, and he said,—
'Bad luck has dogged me all my life. There's a curse upon me, and now it's fallen on the little chap.'
Dr Tom looked at him. He did not know the history of this man's life but he guessed some of it. He was a shrewd judge of character, and in his heart he believed that Jim Dennis
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