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John
Mangles
and
the
sailors
,
after
their
first
surprise
,
would
have
seized
Ben
Joyce
;
but
the
bold
convict
had
already
disappeared
and
rejoined
his
gang
scattered
among
the
gum-trees
.
The
tent
was
no
shelter
against
the
balls
.
It
was
necessary
to
beat
a
retreat
.
Glenarvan
was
slightly
wounded
,
but
could
stand
up
.
"
To
the
wagon
--
to
the
wagon
!
"
cried
John
Mangles
,
dragging
Lady
Helena
and
Mary
Grant
along
,
who
were
soon
in
safety
behind
the
thick
curtains
.
John
and
the
Major
,
and
Paganel
and
the
sailors
seized
their
carbines
in
readiness
to
repulse
the
convicts
.
Glenarvan
and
Robert
went
in
beside
the
ladies
,
while
Olbinett
rushed
to
the
common
defense
.
These
events
occurred
with
the
rapidity
of
lightning
.
John
Mangles
watched
the
skirts
of
the
wood
attentively
.
The
reports
had
ceased
suddenly
on
the
arrival
of
Ben
Joyce
;
profound
silence
had
succeeded
the
noisy
fusillade
.
A
few
wreaths
of
white
smoke
were
still
curling
over
the
tops
of
the
gum
trees
.
The
tall
tufts
of
gastrolobium
were
motionless
.
All
signs
of
attack
had
disappeared
.
The
Major
and
John
Mangles
examined
the
wood
closely
as
far
as
the
great
trees
;
the
place
was
abandoned
.
Numerous
footmarks
were
there
and
several
half-burned
caps
were
lying
smoking
on
the
ground
.
The
Major
,
like
a
prudent
man
,
extinguished
these
carefully
,
for
a
spark
would
be
enough
to
kindle
a
tremendous
conflagration
in
this
forest
of
dry
trees
.
"
The
convicts
have
disappeared
!
"
said
John
Mangles
.
"
Yes
,
"
replied
the
Major
;
"
and
the
disappearance
of
them
makes
me
uneasy
.
I
prefer
seeing
them
face
to
face
.
Better
to
meet
a
tiger
on
the
plain
than
a
serpent
in
the
grass
.
Let
us
beat
the
bushes
all
round
the
wagon
.
"
The
Major
and
John
hunted
all
round
the
country
,
but
there
was
not
a
convict
to
be
seen
from
the
edge
of
the
wood
right
down
to
the
river
.
Ben
Joyce
and
his
gang
seemed
to
have
flown
away
like
a
flock
of
marauding
birds
.
It
was
too
sudden
a
disappearance
to
let
the
travelers
feel
perfectly
safe
;
consequently
they
resolved
to
keep
a
sharp
lookout
.
The
wagon
,
a
regular
fortress
buried
in
mud
,
was
made
the
center
of
the
camp
,
and
two
men
mounted
guard
round
it
,
who
were
relieved
hour
by
hour
.
