I give fair warning to all those who has reason to fear me to sell out and and do not attempt to reside in Victoria but as short a time as possible after reading this notice, neglect this and abide by the consequences, which shall be worse than the rust in the wheat in Victoria. I do not wish to give the order full force without giving timely warning. but I am a widows son outlawed and my orders must be obeyed
Wasn't this the challenge of you whole life, Superintendent Hare? A feather in your cap? You can't catch me, you don't have a hope of catching me, so you take my friends instead. Over one hundred men arrested, stuck in stinking cells without trial while their crops perish the fields. And guess what? Not one of 'em caves in and tries to claim the reward. Not one of 'em, They loved me the same and hated you all the more, didn't they? Did you really think I was gonna let 'em all rot?