Chapter Twenty-ThreeI stiffened. ‘Whatever made you think that?’ I asked.
‘Your face, that’s what. Excuse me, it was a surprise. Never fear, I’ll not give any redcoat the satisfaction of taking you, or our bushranger friend.’
My heart was oddly calm. ‘I told you, my name is Ellen Miller. The idea that I or either of my companions might be a bushranger is simply preposterous.’
‘Mills,’ she smiled. ‘You said you were Miss Mills.’
‘So I did.’ For a moment there I’d remembered how to react like I was respectable. Perhaps it was the last time that would ever happen. ‘How did you recognise me?’
‘There’s posters up all along the Eureka Flat road. I use them to help the children with their letters.’
‘Has everyone seen them?’
‘Some have and some haven’t, but I’ll wager you’re not the only es
