The Gold Hunter's Adventures Or, Life In Australia Volume 2 ( Of 2 ) - William H. Thomes (large screen ebook reader txt) 📗
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"I Should Never Have Known You," Steel Spring Whispered, "If You Hadn't
Have Peached About The Toggles Vot You Vas Going To Vare. I Don't
Believe That Your Blessed Mother Would Know You, And As For Your Fathers
They Would Be Puzzled At Any Rate."
This Was Uttered In A Whisper, And While The Doorkeeper Was Gone For The
Rum And Ale; And I Suppose It Was Intended To Be Complimentary, Although
We Didn't Look Upon It In That Light.
Volume 2 Chapter 56 ( Adventures Continued.) Pg 80
"Is He Here?" I Asked, Glancing Around The Room, And Endeavoring To
Imagine Which Of Those Present Was The Assassin.
"Yes, It's All Right; But I Can't Point Him Out, 'Cos It Would Attract
Attention. Keep Quiet, And Drink Your Hale In Peace."
We Were Constrained To Follow Steel Spring's Advice, Although I Promised
Him A Kicking For His Impudence.
"Jim," Cried A Black Bearded Fellow Who Sat Near Us, And Who, Mr. Brown
Whispered, Had Served Six Years As A Convict, And Who Preferred
Australia To The Old Country, "When Is You Going To Try Your Hand At The
Trade Agin?"
"Not Until The Brads Get Low, And When Dan Refuses To Trust Me For Lush
And Grub," Was The Answer.
"Isn't It A Pity That I Haven't Got The Power To Arrest These Fellows,
And Hang Them Without A Trial? They Deserve Punishment, Yet There Is No
Evidence By Which They Can Be Convicted. Your California Lynch Law Would
Work Wonders Here In A Short Time."
The Inspector Felt As Enthusiastic As An Artist In The Presence Of A
Great Painting, And Steel Spring Was Obliged To Whisper A Few Words Of
Caution For Fear Of A Discovery.
The Doorkeeper Brought Our Drink, And Expressed Great Gratification When
We Asked Him To Take A Drop At Our Expense; But Dan, Who Was Watching
The Operation, Looked Much More Pleased When He Saw Fred Display A Few
Gold Pieces, And Pay For The Same; And At Length The Reserve Of The
Landlord Wore Off; And Seeing That We Were Strangers And Had Money, He
Made An Excuse To Call At Our Table, And Grunt Forth A Few Words Of
Welcome.
"Is You From The Town Or Bush?" He Asked, Appealing To Fred As The
Leader, Because I Suppose He Had On Better Clothes Than The Inspector
And Myself.
"From The Town; But On The Lookout For A Chance For The Bush," My Friend
Returned.
"Whose Gang Have You Faked With?" Was The Next Interrogation.
"Once We Were With Black Darnley; But Most Of The Time We Have Been
Together, Picking Up Odds And Ends, Not Making Big Strides, For Fear Of
The Traps. We Are Getting Short, And Came Here 'Cos We Were Told That
Steel Spring Was Going Into Business, And Wanted A Little Help."
If Dan Had Any Suspicious That We Were Not What We Seemed, He Kept Them
To Himself At Any Rate, For After Drinking "Confusion To All D----D
Traps," He Returned To His Old Place Behind The Bar, And Left Us To Do
What We Pleased. We Were Glad To Get Rid Of Him, For He Had A Wicked
Eye, And Could See Through A Disguise Quicker Than Any Other Man In
Volume 2 Chapter 56 ( Adventures Continued.) Pg 81Ballarat, Robber Or Policeman. I Afterwards Accused Mr. Brown Of Giving
Him Some Private Signal By Which He Was Warned To Hold His Tongue, But
The Inspector Denied It, Not So Emphatic As I Could Have Wished,
However.
"Go And Invite Your Friend To Join Us," Mr. Brown Said, Addressing Steel
Spring, For The Night Began To Wear Away. "If We Are To Pull Together,
We Want To See What Land Of Stuff A Man's Made Of, So That We Can Know
What Risks To Run And What To Avoid. Them's My Sentiments, And I Don't
Care A D---- Who Knows 'Um."
This Was Spoken In A Tone Of Voice Loud Enough For Half A Dozen Thieves
To Hear; And As Steel Spring Had Given Out That, He Was Intending To
Raise A Gang, They Did Not Any Longer Feel Suspicious As To Our
Movements.
"That's The Kind Of Talk I Like A Man To Spit Out," Cried A Huge Black
Ruffian Who Sat Near Us, Bringing His Hand Down Upon His Table With So
Much Good Will That A Cup Before Him Spilled Out Half Its Contents. "I
Like To 'Sociate With Men Who Have Pluck, And Know What They Is About.
D----N A Coward, Dead Or Alive," And With This Emphatic Declaration The
Ruffian Drank What Spirits Remained In His Cup, And Then Called For
More.
"That's Tom Benchley," Whispered The Inspector, "And In Spite Of His Big
Words And Fierce Looks, An Arrant Coward At Heart. He Frightens People
By Bouncing, Although A Boy Of Twenty Could Make Him Eat His Words. You
See That He Sits Alone. Most, Of Those In The Room Consider Him A
Disgrace To What They Call A Profession; But The Fellow Always Has
Money, And So Dan Gives Him The Right Of _Entrée_ To The Select Scenes."
Steel Spring, Who Had Been To The Farther End Of The Room, Whispering
With A Young Man, Now Returned, And Introduced Him To Us As Ben Jackson.
He Was Not More Than Twenty-Four Years Of Age; And I Saw In A Moment
That He Had Never Passed Any Portion Of His Time At The Hulks, And That
If He Had Ever Been Engaged In Robberies It Was Only Recently, And That
He Was Not Yet Quite Hardened To Crime.
"Gents," Said Steel Spring, Waving His Hand With An Attempt To Do The
Genteel, "Allow Me To Introduce Mr. Jackson, A Covey Vot Is Desirous Of
Jining Our Select Society, Provided, As The Land Sharks Say, You Is
Villing."
Jackson Appeared Delighted With The Introduction; Although I Thought
That I Could Detect A Slight Look Of Disgust Upon His Face When We
Extended Our Soiled Hands And Shook His White Palm.
"Our Friend Tells The Truth--I Want To Join A Gang Where I Can Make
Money, And Then Leave The Country Without Danger. I Don't Want To Stop
In Australia All My Days By A D----D Sight."
Even The Profanity Was Forced, And Did Not Come From His Heart. He
Considered It Necessary To Use An Oath To Make Himself Appear An Adept
In Crime--But I Saw Through The Disguise, And Pitied Him.
Volume 2 Chapter 56 ( Adventures Continued) Pg 82
"It Ain't Every Man That Applies For A Chance Can Jine With Us," The
Inspector Answered, Assuming A Deep And Bass Tone Of Voice, And Language
Suited To His Supposed Condition. "We Want Men--Half A Dozen Good, Firm
Men, And Then We Can Roll The Money In Without Much Trouble. Squat
Yourself, And Then We Can Think Of This 'Ere Subject, And Find Out What
You Can Do To Help Us When We Reach The Bush."
"I Like To Meet Men, And Hope To Prove Myself One Before We Part,"
Speaking In A Manner That Showed He Was Not Destitute Of Education.
"I've Never Been In The Bush, But I Hope Under Good Guidance I Shall
Soon Be, And Then If I Show A White Feather I'll Agree To Go Without My
Share Of The Prize Money."
"That's Fair Talk," I Muttered, "And I Think That The Kid Will Make A
Goat. Let's Trust Him."
"I'm Sure I'm Very Much Pleased With Your Favorable Opinion, And I Hope
I Shall Deserve It. I've Already Done Some Things That Can't He Beat,
Although I'm Not In The Possession Of Much Money. Gentlemen, I Must Ask
You To Drink At My Expense, If I Can Manage To Negotiate With Dan For
Credit."
Jackson Started For A Short Conference With The Barkeeper, And Steel
Spring Whispered To The Inspector To "Draw Him Out, And Hear Him Talk."
Dan Apparently Required Some Persuasion To Give Credit, But At Length
The Representations Of Jackson Prevailed, And He Returned To Us Radiant.
"The D----D Old '_Fence_,'" He Muttered, "He Is Afraid Of Giving Credit
As A Churchman, And Nearly As Mean. The Next Time I'm In Ballarat, I
Hope That I Shall Have Money Enough To Pay For Select Lodgings, And Then
He And His 'Cricket' May Go To The Devil. What Are You Going To Take?"
We Ordered Our Liquor, And After It Was Brought Made A Show Of Tasting
It, But We Knew Better Than To Drink Spirit At The Cricket.
"By The Way," Mr. Brown Said, "You Was Saying Something About Your Not
Being Green, And That You Had Tried Your Hand At One Or Two Things. Now,
If You Have No Objections, We Should Like To Know How You've Been
Employed, So That We Can Judge Of Your Mettle."
The Young Fellow Paused; And I Could See That Shame Was Not Entirely
Banished From His Heart, For He Colored, And Then Endeavored To Crush
His Feelings With A Drink Of Poisonous Spirit.
"What Need I Care," He Exclaimed, At Length, A "Short Life And A Merry
One For Me. A Fellow May As Well Be Dead As Destitute Of Money, And When
It Can't Be Got By Hard Work, I'm In Favor Of Taking It Wherever I Can
Get It."
"Them's The Sentiments," Cried The Inspector, And Then Muttered In An
Undertone, "That Have Hanged Better Men Than You."
Volume 2 Chapter 56 ( Adventures Continued) Pg 83
"You See, Gentlemen," Jackson Continued, The Liquor Opening His Heart,
And Making Him Loquacious, "That I Began Life In Liverpool, In The Old
Country. I Was Apprenticed To A Grocer, But I Looked Upon Weighing
Coffee And Tea As Not The Kind Of Employment For A Man; So One Day
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