The men nearest to him, all striving to catch something of what was going on, grasped the proposal by the tenor of his reply, and as the two left the room, so did the half-dozen who were nearest. Then the men who were nearest the half-dozen saw and understood and also moved, and the motion, once set going, spread and continued until the four were only attended by an equal number. The rest of the population of the field were disappearing through the bush.
"Here there, hold on," one of the remaining four exclaimed, as he started at a run for the door.
"h.e.l.l for leather," cried a second, as he set after the first.
"My----" the third began, but left the sentence unfinished as he also started.
The fourth said nothing. He had too much handicap to make up.
When they had all gone, the four strangers stood and looked at one another in silence.
"Better have another nip and then move on," the man who had had the conversation with Cudlip remarked.
The host, who had gone to the door to watch the last of the residents disappear, turned back at the mention of business.
"They"ve swallowed everything bar the bottles," he exclaimed.
"Then we"ll move on without the nip," the man said quietly.
As they started towards the door Cudlip interposed before them.
"Say, Misters, before you go," he said. "It"s all square about that there alloovial, I take it?"
"Square?" one of the men replied. "Well, you needn"t believe it. It"s twenty miles over the ridge to the west, the place I mean, but don"t you go there. You"ll make your pile here, if you stop."
Cudlip vouchsafed no reply, and the four pa.s.sed out and round to the back of the house where they had left their horses. When they were out of earshot of the bar, two of them exchanged glances and grim smiles.
"What did I tell you?" one said. "There"s no bigger fools in creation than a mob of gully-rakers."
"Keep your tongue quiet, Gleeson," the other replied. "They haven"t all started yet. Besides----" he glanced towards their two companions, who were loosening the horses from the fence where they had been hitched.
"Oh, Peters is fly, and the youngster has grit," Gleeson said, adding in a louder tone to the others, "We"ll walk all the way till we camp. You needn"t tighten the girths for that."
They rode slowly until within an hour of sunset, when, after climbing a long steep ridge, they drew rein at a spot where a small, clear stream rippled across the track, and the timber, growing thick elsewhere, left an open s.p.a.ce sloping down to the creek.
"This will do for the night; and I reckon the bush is thick enough round here to prevent our fire being seen by any of the mob behind," Gleeson observed, glancing round as his horse strained at the bridle to sniff the cool water at its feet.
"It"s good enough," Peters replied, as, urging his horse across the creek and on to the open s.p.a.ce, he swung himself from the saddle. "Now then, Tony, my lad," he added, turning to his nearest companion, "shake yourself up. You"re off for the diggings now; no more cattle-duffing or wool-pressing for you. In a month"s time you"ll be going back with a pack-horse team loaded with nuggets to buy a station of your own, if you want one."
"Or going to Melbourne for a fly round," Tony answered with a laugh, as he followed the example, and swung from the saddle.
"Don"t you do that, my lad," Peters observed seriously. "Never you leave the bush. A township is not bad once in a way, but a place like Melbourne--for a young chap like you, it"s perdition, so far as your money goes," he continued.
"Stow your yarning till the pipes are lit," Gleeson called out; and Peters winked at Tony as, having hobbled his horse, he took off the saddle and bridle, and smacked it on the flank, exclaiming--
"Now, my beauty, don"t spare the gra.s.s because it"s Government property, and don"t go far away."
The horses being unsaddled, the four men placed their swags and saddles together, and while one started a fire, another filled the smoke-begrimed billy at the stream, and set it to boil by the blazing twigs, another unrolled the "tucker-bags," and spread the contents of beef and damper on a blanket, and the fourth, Gleeson, sat on a log and filled his pipe.
"It isn"t every one who finds a payable rush," Peters remarked solemnly, as he stood by the fire after his share of the work was done. "Tony, my lad, you will observe that; and consequently the man who finds the payable rush don"t do no cooking at the camp."
"There"s three for one man"s work. What"s the need of crowding?" Gleeson asked, as he came over to the fire to get a light for his pipe.
"None. Nor jawing either. He"s all jaw," the fourth man, who was overhauling the tucker-bag, exclaimed, with a snarl in his voice.
"Now then, Samuel Walker, don"t you make the sugar sour," Peters rejoined. "Your taste in----hullo!" he broke off, as the sound of a coo-ee away down the track came to his ears. "They"re right on our heels. The whole mob will be here an hour after sunset."
"Of course they will. We ought to have stayed at the pub, or kept the find dark," Walker said.
"There"s no pleasing you," Peters replied. "Our claims are pegged out by Government, so why should we grumble at others having a look in on their own."
"The billy"s boiling," Tony interrupted.
"Then make the tea," Peters retorted, adding, as he watched the operation being carried out, "You"ve the makings of a digger about you, Tony, if you stick at it long enough."
As soon as the tea was ready, the four men gathered round the blanket on which Walker had spread the eatables, and set to on the meal with healthy appet.i.tes. As they sat eating, the sun went down, and fresh logs were thrown on the fire, lighting up the open s.p.a.ce with a warm, bright light. They had finished, and were starting their pipes, when, on the other side of the creek where the firelight streamed across the track, the figures of two men with swags on their backs and diggers" picks and shovels over their shoulders, came in sight.
They greeted the camp with a shout, and splashed through the creek and up to the fire, where they threw down their swags and sat on them, like men who had tramped a long, wearying journey, and at the end of it preferred rest to either food or converse.
"Done a record, haven"t you?" Gleeson asked, looking round at them.
"Don"t know about a record, mate; but it"s been a teaser coming up the ridge," one of the men answered.
"Many more behind?" Peters asked.
The men laughed.
"The whole of Boulder Creek," one answered.
"Don"t you want a feed?" Gleeson asked.
"Don"t mind if I do," each man answered, as he rose from his swag, and moved over to the place where the "tucker" was.
They were busily engaged--too busy to talk--in two minutes, and they kept at it steadily till the billy was empty and the beef and damper low.
"You can keep the billy going all night, if you"re going to ask all them that"s coming up the track if they want a feed," one of the two at length managed to say.
"That"s why we shoved along," observed the other, meditatively, as he pulled an empty pipe out of his pocket, and pushed a finger in and out of the bowl.
"Tucker a bit scarce along the creek, eh?" Peters asked.
"Scarce?" the man replied, "Scarce ain"t in it. It"s as scarce as gold--or "baccy;" and he put the stem of his pipe between his lips, and made a sound through it to indicate its emptiness.
"Do you smoke?" Peters asked innocently.
The man grinned. He would have replied freely and forcibly to the self-evident attempt to take a rise out of him but for the fact that he had just had one good meal, and breakfast-time was coming.
"Why don"t you give him a fill?" Walker snapped out.