| "My name's Stingaree!" | Frontispiece | | "Any message, young fellow?" | 66 | | Mr. Kentish watched the little operation of "sticking up" without a word | 98 | | The gray sergeant flung his arms round their prisoner | 166 | | Stingaree toppled out of the saddle | 198 | | The mare spun round, bucking as she spun | 238 | | Stingaree knocked in vain | 246 | Stingaree
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