<h2> Taking His Chance </h2>
<p>They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise;<br/>
May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes:<br/>
'Oh! why did you come? — it was mad of you, Jack;<br/>
You know that the troopers are out on your track.'<br/>
A laugh and a shake of his obstinate head —<br/>
'I wanted a dance, and I'll chance it,' he said.<br/>
<br/>
Some twenty-odd bushmen had come to the 'ball',<br/>
But Jack from his youth had been known to them all,<br/>
And bushmen are soft where a woman is fair,<br/>
So the love of May Carney protected him there;<br/>
And all the short evening — it seems like romance —<br/>
She danced with a bushranger taking his chance.<br/>
<br/>
'Twas midnight — the dancers stood suddenly still,<br/>
For hoofs had been heard on the side of the hill!<br/>
Ben Duggan, the drover, along the hillside<br/>
Came riding as only a bushman can ride.<br/>
He sprang from his horse, to the shanty he sped —<br/>
'The troopers are down in the gully!' he said.<br/>
<br/>
Quite close to the homestead the troopers were seen.<br/>
'Clear out and ride hard for the ranges, Jack Dean!<br/>
Be quick!' said May Carney — her hand on her heart —<br/>
'We'll bluff them awhile, and 'twill give you a start.'<br/>
He lingered a moment — to kiss her, of course —<br/>
Then ran to the trees where he'd hobbled his horse.<br/>
<br/>
She ran to the gate, and the troopers were there —<br/>
The jingle of hobbles came faint on the air —<br/>
Then loudly she screamed: it was only to drown<br/>
The treacherous clatter of slip-rails let down.<br/>
But troopers are sharp, and she saw at a glance<br/>
That someone was taking a desperate chance.<br/>
<br/>
They chased, and they shouted, 'Surrender, Jack Dean!'<br/>
They called him three times in the name of the Queen.<br/>
Then came from the darkness the clicking of locks;<br/>
The crack of the rifles was heard in the rocks!<br/>
A shriek and a shout, and a rush of pale men —<br/>
And there lay the bushranger, chancing it then.<br/>
<br/>
The sergeant dismounted and knelt on the sod —<br/>
'Your bushranging's over — make peace, Jack, with God!'<br/>
The bushranger laughed — not a word he replied,<br/>
But turned to the girl who knelt down by his side.<br/>
He gazed in her eyes as she lifted his head:<br/>
'Just kiss me — my girl — and — I'll — chance it,' he said.<br/></p>
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