stingaree

Stingaree had his shooting hand mangled by one blow with a chair whirled from a height.

The maudlin stockman had indeed to be restrained by his neighbors from precipitating himself upon the barrels of Stingaree.

But Stingaree allowed no meddling with his mount; and only a very sinful publican, very many leagues back, was in the secret.

Stingaree was still seated in the narrowing shade of his own tent.