The Gold-Stealers A Story Of Waddy by Edward Dyson (iphone ebook reader .TXT) 📕

As A Bone. A Company Of Reliable Small Boys Was Formed With Exceeding

Caution And A Fine Observance Of Rule And Precedent; For Dick Haddon Did

Nothing By Halves,  And Forgot Nothing That Might Give An Air Of Reality

To The Creations Of His Exuberant Fancy.

The Original Intention Of The Mount Of Gold Quartz-Mining Company Was To

Strike A Reef Five Yards Wide,  Composed Entirely Of Gold,  And To

Overwhelm Its Various Parents With Contrition On Account Of Past

Lambastings By Making Them Suddenly Rich Beyond The Dreams Of Oriental

Avarice. Time Had Served To Dim The Ardour Of Its Hopes In This

Direction; But The Mine Was Still An Enticing Enterprise When Exciting

Novelties In The Way Of Adventure Were Wanting,  And Would Always Be A

Hiding-Place In Which A Youthful Fugitive From Injustice Might Defy All

Authority So Long As The Members Of The Company Remained True To Their

Oath. Now That Oath Was Quite The Most Solemn And Impressive Thing Of The

Kind That Dick Haddon And Phil Doon Had Been Able To Discover After

Consulting The Highest Literary Authorities.

The Quarrel Between Dick And Jacker Mcknight That Originated Under The

School Was Quite Forgotten In The Resulting Excitement. It Was A Mere

Incident In any Case,  And Would Have Made No Material Difference In Their

Friendship. It Had Not Kept Jacker From Visiting The Mount Of Gold On The

Same Night With Information And Supplies,  And Now The Boy Was Cheerfully

Unconscious Of The Black Eye That Still Ornamented His Broad Visage.

There Were Two Well-Worn Shovels And A Miner'S Pick In The Drive. Jacker

Seized The Pick.

'Might As Well Put In a Bit Of Work,' He Said.

'Hold Hard,' Replied Dick,  'Smoke-Ho,  Old Man. What'S Goin' On On Top?'

'Whips! They Had A Meetin' About Youse Last Night--Jo,  An' Rogers,  An' My

Dad,  An' Ole Tinribs,  An' The Rest. They'Re All After You. You'Re Fairly

In Fer It.'

Dick'S Face Became Radiant With Magnificent Ideas.

'What! You Don'T Mean They'Re Goin' T' Form A Band T' Capture Us?'

'Well,  They Sorter Agreed About Somethin' Like That.'

'My Word,  That'S Into Our Hands,  Ain'T It? Lemme See,  We Must Be A Band

Of Bushrangers What'S Robbed The Gold Escort An' The Mounted P'Lice'Re

Huntin' Us In The Ranges. I'Ll Be--Yes,  I'Ll Be Morgan. An' Ted--!

What'Ll We Make Ted? I Know--I Know. He'Ll Be My Faithful Black Boy,

What'Ll Rather Die Than Leave Me. You Fellers Bring A Cork To-Morrow,  An'

We'Ll Pretty Quick Make A Faithful Black Boy Of Twitter.'

All Eyes Were Turned Upon Ted,  Who Did Not Seem In The Least Impressed By

The Magnificent Prospect. Indeed,  The Faithful Native Was Palpably Out Of

Sorts; He Took No Part In The Enthusiasm Of His Mates,  His Face Was Pale,

And Funk Was Legible In The Diffident Eye He Turned Upon The Company.

Dick Noted This And Put In an Artful Touch Or Two.

'Jacky-Jacky,  The Faithful Black Boy,' He Said; 'Brave As A Lion,  An' The

Best Shot In The World--Better'N Me!

The Ruse Was Not Successful. Ted Failed To Respond.

'Twitter Don'T Seem To Want To Be No Black Boy,' Said Phil.

'I'Ll Be Jacky-Jacky,' Volunteered Peterson Eagerly.

Peterson Was A Stolid Youth With A Face Like A Wooden Doll; Absolutely

Reliable Since He Was As Stubborn Under Adult Rule As A Whole Team Of

Unbroken Bullocks,  And Quite Reckless Of Consequences For The Reason That

He Never Anticipated Them. Peterson Would Have Made A Most Successful

Jacky-Jacky,  But His Suggestion Was Overlooked In The General Concern

Inspired By Ted'S Conduct.

Feeling The Eyes Of The Party Upon Him,  Ted Grew More Uneasy,  The Corners

Of His Mouth Drew Down,  One Finger Went Up Slowly,  And Twitter Began To

Snivel.

'I--I--W--Wa--Want To Go Home,' He Said.

The Mates Looked At Each Other In amazement. Ted Was Little,  But His

Pluck Had Been Tried On Many Occasions,  And This Was A Great Surprise.

'Well,  He'S On'Y A Kiddy,' Said Phil Pityingly,  And With The Superiority

Two Years May Confer.

Dick Found The Three Were Looking To Him For An Explanation.

'Ted'S Real Scared,' He Said. 'We Made A Discovery This Afternoon--In

There.'

'In The Big Drive?' Asked Jacker. The Others Looked Startled.

Dick Nodded,  And Took Up The Candle. 'Come An' See,' He Said.

Dick Led The Way Along The Opposite Drive,  And His Mates Followed,  Not

Too Eagerly,  Ted Bringing Up The Rear. The Drive Was About Eighty Feet In

Extent. Having Reached The End,  Dick Held The Candle Low,  And Made

Visible To His Wondering Mates A Black Cavity About Eighteen Inches In

Diameter In One Corner Near The Floor.

'We Were Workin' In Here A Bit For A Change This Afternoon After Peetree

Hunted Us,  An' I Broke Through.'

'What'S In There?' Asked Jacker In an Awed Voice.

'Look,' Said Dick.

Jacker Backed Away; The Other Three Kept A Respectful Distance And Stared

Silently.

'It'S On'Y Another Drive,' Dick Explained. 'It Must Come From The Red

Hand,  I Think.'

Dick Was Quite Undisturbed,  But The Others Were Afraid,  And Even When

They Had Returned To Their Own Drive Cast Many Doubting Glances Back Into

The Darkness. In The Mine As They Had Known It Before Everything Was

Definite,  And There Was Nothing Of Which A Boy Of Spirit Need Be Afraid.

The Shaft Was Choked With Dirt A Few Feet Below Their Landing-Planks,  And

There Was No Spot In Which A Mystery Might Lurk; But It Was Very

Different Now With That Black Hole Leading Heaven Knew Into What Awesome

Depths,  Harbouring Goodness Knew What Horrors. Ted'S Defection Had

Suddenly Become The Sentiment Of The Majority. At That Moment Dick Could

Have Counted On Peterson Alone Had Need Arisen.

'We'Ll Go Down There An' Explore Them Workin'S,' Said Dick,  Having Lit A

Piece Of Dry Root And Composed Himself For A Smoke.

'In The Daytime,  Morgan,' Said Jacker Hastily And With Diffidence.

'All Right; But It Don'T Make No Difference Down Here,  You Know.'

Jacker Thought It Did,  For Although It Was Always Night In The Drives,

The Consciousness That The Earth Above Was Flooded With Sunlight Was A

Great Heartener.

'Don'T You Think You'D Best Give This Up For Once--This Bushranger Game?'

Ventured Jacker.

'Why?' Dick'S Eyes Were Round With Surprise.

'Oh,  Well,  Twitter'S Jack Of It,  An' I Don'T Think It'S Much Fun.' Jacker

Had Assumed A Careless Air. 'See Here,  Dick,' He Continued Smartly,  'The

Cow Flat Chaps Made A Raid Last Night,  An' Took Butts An' Three

Others--Mine Among 'Em.'

This Was An Important Matter. Butts Was Dick'S Big Grey Billygoat,  The

Best Goat In Harness The Boys Had Ever Known Or Ever Heard Of; And The

'Cow Flat Chaps' Were The Boys Of A Small Centre About Two Miles And A

Half Further Down The Creek,  Between Whom And The Boys Of Waddy There

Existed An Interminable Feud That Led Them To Fight On Sight,  And Steal

Such Of Each Other'S Possessions As Could Be Easily And Expeditiously

Removed. Dick'S Excitement Soon Evaporated; Evidently Root Smoking Was

Conducive To A Philosophical Frame Of Mind.

'We'Ll Get Them Back All Right--After,' He Said.

'They'Ll Work Butts To A Shadder,' Jacker Remarked Insinuatingly.

'Then We'Ll Go Down Some Night,  An' Strip Amson'S Garden.' Amson Was A

Prominent Resident Of Cow Flat,  And Had Nothing Whatever To Do With The

Goat Raid,  But The Boyish Sense Of Justice Does Not Stoop To Find

Distinctions.

Jacker Mack Had Another String To His Bow. 'They Say Harry Hardy'S Comin'

Home This Week,' He Said.

'No!' Cried Dick,  Much Moved. 'Who Says?'

'Gable Says.'

'Pooh! Gable'S A Kid.'

'No Matter,  It'S True. Mrs. Hardy Had A Letter,  'N Harry'S Coming Down

With Cattle.'

'Gosh! He'Ll Make It Hot For Tinribs,  I Bet.'

Waddy Had Been Waiting For Harry Hardy To Come Home,  Confident That He

Would Do Something Of An Exciting Character To The Disadvantage Of Those

Persons Who Had Been Instrumental In Sending His Brother Frank To Gaol.

Harry Was Much The Younger Of The Two Brothers; For Some Years He Had

Been Away Droving,  And The News Of His Brother'S Misfortune Was Bringing

Him Home From A Queensland Station. The Township Thought,  Too,  There

Would Be A Score To Wipe Out On His Mother'S Account,  And The Return Was

Looked For As An Important Public Event.

Dick Pondered Over The Situation For A Moment. It Would Never Do To Miss

Any Entertainment That Might Result From Harry'S Return,  And Yet There

Was Joel Ham Still To Be Reckoned With.

'I Think We'D Better Wait,' He Said. 'You Fellows Can Let On As Soon'S He

Arrives.'

Ted'S Face Fell Again,  And Jacker Moved Uneasily. He Was Anxious To Be

Out Of The Mine And Away From The Uncanny Possibilities Of That Dark

Chasm,  And Yet It Was Absolutely Necessary That He Should Show No Sign Of

Funk,  Leave No Opening For The Tongue Of Derision. Some Day,  Perhaps,

When The Full Strength Of The Company Was Available And Candles Were

Numerous,  He Would Follow Dick'S Lead In The Work Of Exploration,  But For

The Present His Whole Desire Was To Get To The Surface. Now Recollection

Came,  And With It Hope. Diving Into His Breast Pocket,  He Drew And

Crumpled Envelope,  And Handed It To Dick.

A Letter,' He Said,  'From Your Mother.'

Dick Was Surprised; As He Took The Note Jacker Discovered An Accusation

In His Eye.

'The Oath Don'T Say Nothin' Agin' Letters,' Said Mcknight Sullenly.

'No,' Answered His Mate,  'But Really Miners Ain'T Supposed To Have

Mothers Runnin' After 'Em,  Like If They Were Kids.'

'Well,' Said The Other,  On The Defensive,  'Your Mother Comes To Me At

Dinner Time,  An' She Says: 'I S'Pose 'Taint Likely You'Ll See My Dick,

Jacker.' I Said,' No,  Missus Haddon,  'Taint,