"That's it; and always keeping one day ahead. But it was Bush enough for us almost anywhere. And though I feel ashamed like to own it now, there was more than once that I wished I hadn't gone there at all. But I had taken the jump, you see, and there was no going back. Well, I used to think at first that the heat would kill us, but it didn't. Then I made sure the want of water would. That didn't either, because, one way or another, we always came across some. But I'll tell you what nearly killed us, and that was the lonesomeness of those forests. Talk of trees! La! Archie, you'd think of Jack and the beanstalk if you saw some we saw. And why didn't the birds sing sometimes? But no, only the constant bicker, bicker of something in the gra.s.s. There were sounds though that did alarm us. We know now that they were made by birds and harmless beasts, but we were all in the dark then.

"Often and often, when we were just dropping, and thought it would be a comfort to lie down and die, we would come out of a forest all at once, and feel in a kind of heaven because we saw smoke, or maybe heard the bleating o' sheep. Heaven? Indeed, Archie, it seemed to be; for we had many a kindly welcome from the roughest-looking chaps you could possibly imagine. And the luxury of bathing our poor feet, with the certainty of a pair of dry, clean socks in the mornin', made us as happy as a couple of kings. A lump of salt junk, a dab of damper, and a bed in a corner made us feel so jolly we could hardly go to sleep for laughing.

"But the poor beggars we met, how they did carry on to be sure about their bad luck, and about being sold, and this, that, and t'other. Ay, and they didn't all go back. We saw dead bodies under trees that n.o.body had stopped to bury; and it was sad enough to notice that a good many of these were women, and such pinched and ragged corpses! It isn't nice to think back about it.

"Had anybody found gold in this rush? Yes, a few got good working claims, but most of the others stopped till they couldn't stop any longer, and had to get away east again, crawling, and cursing their fate and folly.

"But I'll tell you, Archie, what ruined most o' them. Just drink. It is funny that drink will find its way farther into the bush at times than bread will.

"Well, coming in at the tail o' the day, like, as Harry and I did, we could spot how matters stood at a glance, and we determined to keep clear of bush hotels. Ah! they call them all hotels. Well, I'm a rough un, Archie, but the scenes I've witnessed in some of those drinking houffs has turned my stomach. Maudlin, drunken miners, singing, and blethering, and boasting; fighting and rioting worse than poachers, Archie, and among them--heaven help us!--poor women folks that would melt your heart to look on.

"'Can we settle down here a bit?' I said to Harry, when we got to the diggings.

"'We'll try our little best, old chum,' was Harry's reply.

"And we did try. It was hard even to live at first. The food, such as it was in the new stores, was at famine price, and there was not much to be got from the rivers and woods. But after a few months things mended; our station grew into a kind o' working town. We had even a graveyard, and all the worst of us got weeded out, and found a place there.

"Harry and I got a claim after no end of prospecting that we weren't up to. We bought our claim, and bought it cheap; and the chap we got it from died in a week. Drink? Ay, Archie, drink. I'll never forget, and Harry I don't think will, the last time we saw him. We had left him in a neighbour's hut down the gully dying to all appearance, too weak hardly to speak. We bade him 'good-bye' for the last time as we thought, and were just sitting and talking like in our slab hut before turning in, and late it must have been, when the door opened, and in came Glutz, that was his name. La! what a sight! His face looked like the face of a skeleton with some parchment drawn tight over it, his hollow eyes glittered like wildfire, his lips were dry and drawn, his voice husky.

"He pointed at us with his shining fingers, and uttered a low cry like some beast in pain; then, in a horrid whisper, he got out these words:

"'Give me drink, drink, I'm burning.'

"I've seen many a sight, but never such a one as that, Archie. We carried him back. Yes, we did let him have a mouthful. What mattered it. Next day he was in a shallow grave. I suppose the dingoes had him.

They had most of those that died.

"Well, by-and-by things got better with Harry and me; our claim began to yield, we got dust and nuggets. We said nothing to anybody. We built a better sort of shanty, and laid out a morsel of garden, we fished and hunted, and soon learned to live better than we'd done before, and as we were making a bit of money we were as happy as sandboys.

"No, we didn't keep away from the hotel--they soon got one up--it wouldn't have done not to be free and easy. But we knew exactly what to do when we did go there. We could spin our bits o' yarns, and smoke our pipes, without losing our heads. Sometimes shindies got up though, and revolvers were used freely enough, but as a rule it was pretty quiet."

"Only once, when that little fellow told you to 'bail up.'"

"What was that, Harry?" asked Archie.

"Nothing much," said Bob shyly.

"He caught him short round the waist, Johnnie, and smashed everything on the counter with him, then flung him straight and clear through the doorway. When he had finished he quietly asked what was to pay, and Bob was a favourite after that. I reckon no one ever thought of challenging him again."

"Where did you keep your gold?"

"We hid it in the earth in the tent. There was a black fellow came to look after us every day. We kept him well in his place, for we never could trust him; and it was a good thing we did, as I'm going to tell you.

"We had been, maybe, a year and a half in the gully, and had got together a gay bit o' swag, when our claim gave out all at once as 'twere--some shift o' the ground or lode. Had we had machinery we might have made a round fortune, but there was no use crying about it. We quietly determined to make tracks. We had sent some away to Brisbane already--that we knew was safe, but we had a good bit more to take about us. However, we wouldn't have to walk all the way back, for though the place was half-deserted, there were horses to be had, and farther along we'd manage to get drags.

"Two of the worst hats about the place were a man called Vance, and a kind of broken-down surgeon of the name of Williams. They lived by their wits, and the wonder is they hadn't been hanged long ago.

"It was about three nights before we started, and we were coming home up the gully. The moon was shining as bright as ever I'd seen it. The dew was falling too, and we weren't sorry when we got inside. Our tame dingo came to meet us. He had been a pup that we found in the bush and brought up by hand, and a more faithful fellow never lived. We lit our fat-lamp and sat down to talk, and a good hour, or maybe more, went by.

Then we lay down, for there was lots to be done in the morning.

"There was a little hole in the hut at one end where w.a.n.go, as we called the wild dog, could crawl through; and just as we were dozing off I heard a slight noise, and opened my eyes enough to see poor w.a.n.go creeping out. We felt sure he wouldn't go far, and would rush in and alarm us if there were the slightest danger. So in a minute more I was sleeping as soundly as only a miner can sleep, Archie. How long I may have slept, or how late or early it was, I couldn't say, but I awoke all at once with a start. There was a man in the hut. Next minute a shot was fired. I fell back, and don't remember any more. Harry there will tell you the rest."

"It was the shot that wakened me, Archie, but I felt stupid. I groped round for my revolver, and couldn't find it. Then, Johnnie, I just let them have it Tom Sayers's fashion--like I did you in the wood, if you remember."

"There were two of them?"

"Ay, Vance and the doctor. I could see their faces by the light of their firing. They didn't aim well the first time, Johnnie, so I settled them. I threw the doctor over my head. His nut must have come against something hard, because it stilled him. I got the door opened and had my other man out. Ha! ha! It strikes me, Johnnie, that I must have wanted some exercise, for I never punished a bloke before as I punished that Vance. He had no more strength in him than a bandicoot by the time I was quite done with him, and looked as limp all over and just as lively as 'alf a pound of London tripe.

"I just went to the bluff-top after that, and coo-eed for help, and three or four right good friends were with us in as many minutes, Johnnie.

"We thought Bob was dead, but he soon spoke up and told us he wasn't, and didn't mean to die.

"Our chums would have lynched the ruffians that night. The black fellow was foremost among those that wanted to. But I didn't like that, no more did Bob. They were put in a tent, tied hand and foot, and our black fellow made sentry over them. Next day they were all gone. Then we knew it was a put-up job. Poor old w.a.n.go was found with his throat cut. The black fellow had enticed him out and taken him off, then the others had gone for us."

"But our swag was safe," said Bob, "though I lay ill for months after.

And now it was Harry's turn to nurse; and I can tell you, Archie, that my dear, old dead-and-gone mother couldn't have been kinder to me than he was. A whole party of us took the road back east, and many is the pleasant evening we spent around our camp fire.

"We got safe to Brisbane, and we got safe here; but somehow we're a kind o' sick of mining."

"Ever hear more of your a.s.sailants?" asked Archie.

"What, the chaps who tried to bail us up? Yes. We did hear they'd taken to bush-ranging, and are likely to come to grief at that."

"Well, Bob Cooper, I think you've told your story pretty tidily, with Harry's a.s.sistance; and I don't wonder now that you've only got one purse between you."

"Ah!" said Bob, "it would take weeks to tell you one half of our adventures. We may tell you some more when we're all together in the Bush doing a bit of farming."

"All together?"

"To be sure! D'ye reckon we'll leave you here, now we've found you?

We'll have one purse between three."

"Indeed, Bob, we will not. If I go to the Bush--and now I've half a mind to--I'll work like a New Hollander."

"Bravo! You're a chip o' the old block. Well, we can arrange that.

We'll hire you. Will that do, my proud young son of a proud old sire?"

"Yes; you can hire me."

"Well, we'll pay so much for your hands, and so much for your head and brains."

Archie laughed.

"And," continued Bob, "I'm sure that Sarah will do the very best for the three of us."

"Sarah! Why, what do you mean, Bob?"

"Only this, lad: Sarah has promised to become my little wife."

The girl had just entered.