arms as ordered; but an attempt to swear in special
constables failed, not a soul stepping forward in support of the
government.

There was literally nothing doing during the month the military
occupied Ballarat. Mahony seized the opportunity to give his back
premises a coat of paint; he also began to catalogue his collection of
Lepidoptera. Hence, as far as business was concerned, it was a timely
moment for the arrival of a letter from Henry Ocock, to the effect
that, "subject of course to any part-heard case," "our case" was first
on the list for a date early in January.

None the less, the announcement threw Mahony into the fidgets. He had
almost clean forgotten the plaguey affair: it had its roots in the dark
days before his marriage. He wished now he had thought twice before
letting himself be entangled in a lawsuit. Now, he had a wife dependent
on him, and to lose the case, and be held responsible for costs, would
cripple him. And such a verdict was not at all unlikely; for Purdy, his
chief witness, could not be got at: the Lord alone knew where Purdy lay
hid. He at once sat down and wrote the bad news to his solicitor.

At six o'clock in the morning some few days later, he took his seat in
the coach for Melbourne. By his side sat Johnny Ocock, the elder of the
two brothers. Johnny had by chance been within earshot during the
negotiations with the rascally carrier, and on learning this, Henry had
straightway subpoenaed him. Mahony was none too well pleased: the boy
threatened to be a handful. His old father, on delivering him up at the
coach-office, had drawn Mahony aside to whisper: "Don't let the young
limb out o' yer sight, doc., or get nip or sip o' liquor. If 'e so much
as wets 'is tongue, there's no 'olding 'im." Johnny was a lean,
pimply-faced youth, with cold, flabby hands.

Little Polly had to stay behind. Mahony would have liked to give her
the trip and show her the sights of the capital; but the law-courts
were no place for a woman; neither could he leave her sitting alone in
a hotel. And a tentative letter to her brother John had not called
forth an invitation: Mrs. Emma was in delicate health at present, and
had no mind for visitors. So he committed Polly to the care of Hempel
and Long Jim, both of whom were her faithful henchmen. She herself, in
proper wifely fashion, proposed to give her little house a good red-up
in its master's absence.

Mahony and Johnny dismounted from the coach in the earl