"I don"t think there"ll be much fun about being robbed," he said. "I would rather they would give us a wide berth, for my part."
Jack did not answer, but from that time he was eager to set out for the mines. The hint of danger invested the journey with a charm it had not hitherto possessed in his eyes.
While the boys were conversing, a tall man, with heavy black whiskers and wearing a rough suit and a slouch hat, appeared to listen attentively. At this point he rose from his seat, and lounged over to where Harry and Jack were seated.
"Young gentlemen," he said, "do I understand that you are thinking of going to the mines?"
"Yes, sir," answered Harry, surveying his inquirer with some attention.
"And you talk of going to Bendigo?"
"Yes; do you know anything about the place?"
"I ought to. I only came from there last month."
"What luck did you have there, may I ask?"
"Pretty fair. I brought back about a hundred and fifty pounds in gold dust:"
"And how long were you there?"
"Four weeks."
"That is pretty good pay for the time."
"That"s so, especially as I made little or nothing the first three weeks. I struck it rich the last week."
"What do you say to that, Jack?" said Harry, turning to his companion; "nearly eight hundred dollars in a month."
"That pays better than being a sailor," answered Jack, smiling.
"I should say it did."
"When do you expect to start?" asked the stranger.
"As soon as we can get ready," Harry replied.
"You are right there. Have you got money?"
"Why?" asked Harry rather suspiciously.
"It will cost something for an outfit."
"Yes; we have a moderate sum with us."
"That is well," said the stranger approvingly. "Do you know," he continued meditatively, "I have a great mind to go with you?"
"Then you are not satisfied with your pile?" said Harry.
"There"s very little left of it," said their new acquaintance.
"You haven"t spent a hundred and fifty pounds in a month?" said Harry in surprise.
"Pretty much. I may have twenty pounds left."
"You must have been living high, then."
"No. I have lived plainly, but the faro table has taken most of it. I"m so near broke that I may as well go back to the mines for a fresh supply before my money is all gone."
"We shall be glad of your company, sir. May I ask if you are an Australian?"
"I was born in England, but I have been out here half a dozen years."
"And have not made your fortune yet?"
"It is my own fault. I have been unable to keep money after I got it."
"We are from America."
"I surmised it," said the stranger. "That is a country I want to visit before I die. You have mines there, too."
"Yes, but they are a long way from where we live."
"My name is Fletcher--d.i.c.k Fletcher my friends call me."
"I am Harry Vane, and my friend is Jack Pendleton."
"We will drink to our better acquaintance. Here, John," addressing the barkeeper, "three gla.s.ses of ale here."
"If you won"t mind, Jack and I will take sarsaparilla."
Fletcher stared at them in amazement.
"You don"t drink ale?" he said.
"We belong to the temperance society," said Harry, smiling.
"You won"t keep that up long at the mines," said Fletcher, shrugging his shoulders.
Harry did not reply, but quietly resolved that he would disprove that statement.
CHAPTER III.
FLETCHER ACTS SUSPICIOUSLY.
One circ.u.mstance led Harry to hurry his intended departure. He found to his dismay that the hotel charge for their very plain accommodations was a pound a day for each of them. The Crown inn was what would be called in an American city a one-horse hotel. There are plenty such to be found in the United States where the rate charged is but a dollar a day. But Melbourne was full of strangers, drawn thither by flaming accounts of the richness of the mines and the bright prospects of acquiring sudden fortunes, and war prices were prevalent everywhere.