rved a sentence in New
South Wales."

"Can I make that known?"

"Certainly. It should be known. You can call upon me to repeat what I
have told you to the whole camp."

"Very well, but not to-day. They'll be sure to be here to-night at the
shivoo, and as some of the boys are certain to be pretty groggy they
might half-kill the whole gang. But I'll go for them in the morning, if
you'll back me up."

"Of course I will. But I don't think they will show up to-night, if they
know I am here."

In this surmise Gerrard was correct, for Forreste and his companions
kept away, being particularly anxious not to come into personal contact
with him, and in pursuance of a plan of their own. After the cattle
had been killed, they sent a neighbouring digger to buy some beef, and
remained at their claim for the rest of the day. Forreste, however,
went to several of the other claims, and told the owners that he and his
mates thought of clearing out in a day or so, and would sell their claim
cheap.

In an hour or two he came back, and found Cheyne outside the tent,
repairing their saddles. Green and Pinkerton were busy at the claim,
cradling the last of the wash-dirt taken out.

"What luck?" asked Cheyne.

"Better than I expected. Old Sandy MacParland and his party are coming
here to-morrow morning, and are going to give the claim a day's trial.
If they like it, they will buy us out for one hundred pounds."

"Pity we haven't got time to salt it,{*} and get a bigger price."

* "Salting" a gold mine is a common practice of dishonest
miners not entirely unknown even to magnates of the Stock
Exchange--as the records of the London Law Courts have shown
for many years past.

"MacFarland is too old a hand to be got at that way," replied the
captain, as he walked on to the claim to tell Green and Pinkerton his
news.

"We can get away to-morrow evening before sunset," he said, after he had
told them the result of his negotiations with MacParland. "Cheyne
says we can camp at Leichhardt Ponds that night, push on early in the
morning, and wait for our man at Rocky Waterholes, where he is sure to
camp for the night."

"He'll want a good rest if Aulain does him up to-night," said Capel with
an evil grin.

CHAPTER XXIX

Nearly a hundred noisy but contented diggers filled Vale's hotel and
store, all talking at once; and outside in the yard, seated on boxes,
barrels, etc., were as many more, equally as well s