"I don"t see him anyway, Tom."
"Of course you don"t, he is vanished into the bowels of the earth. I don"t like gentlemen that vanish into the bowels of the earth."
"How suspicious you are! Bushrangers again, I suppose. They are always running in your mind--them and gold."
"You know the country, George. Here, take my stick." And he handed George a long stick with a heavy iron ferule. "If a man is safe here he owes it to himself, not to his neighbor."
"Then why do you give me your weapon?" said George with a smile.
"I haven"t," was the reply. "I carry my sting out of sight, like a humble bee." And Mr. Robinson winked mysteriously, and the process seemed to relieve his mind and soothe his suspicions. He then fell to inspecting the rocks; and when George pointed out to him the broad and distant pasture he said, in an absent way, "Yes;" and turning round George found him with his eyes glued to the ground at his feet, and his mind in a deep reverie. George was vexed, and said somewhat warmly, "Why, Tom, the place is worth looking at now we are come to it, surely."
Robinson made no direct reply. "George," said he thoughtfully, "how far have you got toward your thousand pounds?"
"Oh, Tom! don"t ask me, don"t remind me! How can I ever make it? No market within a thousand miles of any place in this confounded country!
Forced to boil down sheep into tallow and sell them for the price of a wild duck! I have left my Susan, and I have lost her. Oh, why did you remind me?"
"So much for the farming lay. Don"t you be down-hearted, there"s better cards in the pack than the five of spades; and the farther I go and the more I see of this country the surer I am. There is a good day coming for you and me. Listen, George. When I shut my eyes for a moment now where I stand, and then open them--I"m in California."
"Dreaming?"
"No, wide awake--wider than you are now. George, look at these hills; you could not tell them from the golden range of California.. But that is not all; when you look into them you find they are made of the same stuff, too--granite, mica and quartz. Now don"t you be cross."
"No! no! why should I? Show me," said George, trying out of kindheartedness to take an interest in this subject, which had so often wearied him.
"Well, here are two of them. That great dark bit out there is mica, and all this that runs in a vein like is quartz. Quartz and mica are the natural home of gold; and some gold is to be found at home still, but the main of it has been washed out and scattered like seed all over the neighboring clays. You see, George, the world is a thousand times older than most folks think, and water has been working upon gold thousands and thousands of years before ever a man stood upon the earth, ay or a dog either, Carlo, for as wise as you look squatting out there thinking of nothing and pretending to be thinking of everything."
"Well, drop gold," said George, "and tell me what this is," and he handed Robinson a small fossil.
Robinson eyed it with wonder and interest. "Where on earth did you find this?"
"Hard by; what is it?"
"Plenty of these in California. What is it? Why, I"ll tell you; it is a pale old Joey."
"You don"t say so; looks like a sh.e.l.l."
"Sit down a moment, George, and let us look at it. He bids me drop gold--and then goes and shows me a proof of gold that never deceived us out there."
"You are mad. How can this be a sign of gold? I tell you it is a sh.e.l.l."
"And I tell you that where these things are found among mica, quartz and granite, there gold is to be found if men have the wit, the patience and the skill to look for it. I can"t tell you why; the laws of gold puzzle deeper heads than mine, but so it is. I seem to smell gold all round me here." And Robinson flushed all over, so powerfully did the great idea of gold seated here on his native throne grapple and agitate his mind.
"Tom," said the other doggedly, "if there is as much gold on the ground of New South Wales as will make me a wedding-ring--I am a Dutchman;" and he got up calmly and jerked the pale old Joey a tremendous way into the valley.
This action put Robinson"s blood up. "George," cried he, springing up like fire and bringing his foot down sharp upon the rocky floor, "IF I DON"T STAND UPON GOLD--I"M D----D!"
And a wild but true inspiration seemed to be upon the man; a stranger could hardly have helped believing him, but George had heard a good deal of this, though the mania had never gone quite so far. He said quickly, "Come, let us go down into the pasture."
"Not I," replied Robinson. "Come, George, prejudice is for babies, experience for men. Here is an unknown country with all the signs of gold thicker than ever. I have got a calabash--stay and try for gold in this gully; it looks to me just like the mouth of a purse."
"Not I."
"I will, then."
"Why not? I don"t think you will find anything in it, but anyway you will have a better chance when I am not by to spoil you. Luck is all against me. If I want rain, comes drought; if I want sun, look for a deluge, if there is money to be made by a thing I"m out of it; to be lost, I"m in it; if I loved a vixen she"d drop into my arms like a medlar; I love an angel and that is why I shall never have her, never.
From a game of marbles to the game of life I never had a grain of luck like other people. Leave me, Tom, and try if you can find gold; you will have a chance, my poor fellow, if unlucky George is not aside you."
"Leave you, George! not if I know it."
"You are to blame if you don"t. Turn your back on me as I did on you in England."
"Never! I"d rather not find gold than part with honesty. There, I"m coming--let us go--quick--come, let us leave here." And the two men left the road and turned their faces and their steps across the ravine.
During all this dialogue the men in the cave had strained both eyes and ears to comprehend the speakers. The distance was too great for them to catch all the words, but this much was clear from the first, that one of the men wished to stay on the spot for some purpose, and the other to go on; but presently, as the speakers warmed, a word traveled down the breeze that made the four ruffians start and turn red with surprise, and the next moment darken with anger and apprehension. The word came again and again; they all heard it--its open vowel gave it a sonorous ring; it seemed to fly farther than any other word the speaker uttered, or perhaps when he came to it he spoke it louder than smaller words, or the hearers" ears were watching for it.
The men interchanged terrible looks, and then they grasped their knives and watched their leader"s eye for some deadly signal. Again and again the word "g-o-l-d" came like an Aeolian note into the secret cave, and each time eye sought eye and read the unlucky speaker"s death-warrant there. But when George prevailed and the two men started for the valley, the men in the cave cast uncertain looks on one another, and he we have called Jem drew a long breath and said brutally, yet with something of satisfaction, "You have saved your bacon this time." The voices now drew near and the men crouched close, for George and Robinson pa.s.sed within fifteen yards of them. They were talking now about matters connected with George"s business, for Robinson made a violent effort and dropped his favorite theme to oblige his comrade. They pa.s.sed near the cave, and presently their backs were turned to it.
"Good-by, my lads," whispered Jem. "And curse you for making us lose a good half hour," muttered another of the gang. The words were scarce out of his mouth before a sudden rustle was heard and there was Carlo. He had pulled up in mid career and stood transfixed with astonishment, literally pointing the gang; it was but for a moment--he did not like the looks of the men at all; he gave a sharp bark that made George and Robinson turn quickly round, and then he went on hunting.
"A kangaroo!" shouted Robinson, "it must have got up near that bush; come and look--if it is we will hunt it down."
George turned back with him, but on reflection he said, "No! Tom, we have a long road to go, let us keep on, if you please;" and they once more turned their backs to the cave, whistled Carlo, and stepped briskly out toward the valley. A few yards before them was the brook I have already noticed--it was about three yards broad at this spot. However, Robinson, who was determined not to make George lose any more time, took the lead and giving himself the benefit of a run, cleared it like a buck. But as he was in the air his eye caught some object on this side the brook, and making a little circle on the other side, he came back with ludicrous precipitancy, and jumping short, landed with one foot on sh.o.r.e and one in the stream. George burst out laughing.
"Do you see this?" cried Robinson.
"Yes; somebody has been digging a hole here," said George very coolly.
"Come higher up," cried Robinson, all in a flutter--"do you see this?"
"Yes; it is another hole."
""It is. Do you see this wet, too?"
"I see there has been some water spilled by the brook side."
"What kind of work has been done here? have they been digging potatoes, farmer?"
"Don"t be foolish, Tom."
"Is it any kind of work you know? Here is another trench dug."
"No! it is nothing in my way, that is the truth."
"But it is work the signs of which I know as well as you know a plowed field from a turnpike-road."
"Why, what is it then?"
"It is gold washing."