It was during one of the foregatherings round the camp-fire, when Night had spread her sable mantle over the sleeping earth, and only the wakeful wood-hen and the hoarsely-hooting owl stirred the silence of the leafy solitude, that Moonlight was “swapping” yarns with the Prospector. As the flames shot up lurid tongues which almost licked the overhanging boughs, and the men sat, smoking their black tobacco, and drinking from tin pannikins tea too strong for the urban stomach, Bill the Prospector expectorated into the flames, and said:
“The biggest streak o’ luck I ever had—barring this present field, you understand—was at the Diamond Gully rush. There weren’t no diamonds, but I got over 100 ounces in three days. Gold was more plentiful than flour, and in the police camp there was two safes full of gold belonging to the Bank, which was a twelve by eight tent, in charge of a young feller named Henery. A more trusting young man I never met. When I went to sell my little pile, he had over 12,000 ounces in a old leather boot-trunk in his tent, besides more in a sugar-bag. He’d even filled one of his top-boots with gold, and its feller stood waitin’ to receive my contribution. ‘Good morning,’ I says. ‘Are you the boss o’ this show?’ ‘I’m in charge of the Bank,’ he says, just as grand as if he was behind a mahog’ny counter with brass fixings. ‘Then weigh my pile,’ I says, handing over my gold. Then what d’you think he done? ‘Just wait till I get my scales,’ he says. ‘I’ve lent ’em to the Police Sergeant. Please have the goodness to look after the business while I’m gone.’ With that he leaves me in the company of close on £100,000, and never a soul’d have bin the wiser if I’d helped myself to a thousand or two. But the reel digger don’t act so—it’s the loafers on the diggings gets us a bad name. I’ve dreamed of it, I’ve had reg’lar nightmares about it when I’ve bin stone-broke and without a sixpence to buy a drink.”
“What?” said Tresco. “Gold littered about like lumber, and you practically given the office to help yourself? It’s wonderful, Bill, what restraint there is in an honest mind! You can’t ever have been to Sunday School.”
“How d’you know?” asked the Prospector.
“Because, if you’d ha’ bin regular to Sunday School when you were a boy, and bin told what a perfect horrible little devil you were, till you believed it, why, you’d ha’ stole thousands of pounds from that calico Bank, just to prove such theories true. Now I was brought up godly. I was learnt texts, strings of ’em a chain long; I had a red-headed, pimply teacher who just revelled in inbred sin and hell-fire till he made me want to fry him on the school grate. I couldn’t ha’ withstood your temptation. I’d most certainly have felt justified in taking a few ounces of gold, as payment for keeping the rest intact.”
“You’re talking nonsense, the two of you,” said Moonlight. “To rob on a gold-field means to be shot or, at the very least, gaoled. And when a man’s on good gold himself, he doesn’t steal other people’s. My best luck was on the Rifle River, at a bend called Felix Point. It had a sandy beach where the water was shallow, just like this one here. My mate and I fossicked with a knife and a pannikin, and before the day was over we had between 30 and 40 ounces. The gold lay on a bottom of black sand and gravel which looked like so many eggs. After we’d put up our sluice we got as much as 200 ounces a day, and thought the claim poor when we got no more than fifty.”
“I ’xpect you had a rare ole spree when you got to town,” said the Prospector. “How much did you divide?”
“Between twenty and thirty thousand,” replied Moonlight. “I handed my gold over to the Police escort, and went to town as comfortable as if I was on a turnpike road. I didn’t go on the wine—I’m almost a teetotaler. A little red-headed girl got most of my pile—a red-headed girl can generally twist me round her thumb. That must have been ten years ago.”
“You’ve grown older and, perhaps, wiser,” interjected Benjamin. “Wonderful thing, age.”
“This time I’m going to take a draft on Timbuctoo, or Hong-kong, or some place where red-headed girls are scarce, and see if I can’t get away with a little cash.”