“An’ no one’ll be gladder to see you.”
Captain Summerhayes took Scarlett’s hand, and shook it warmly. “Good-bye,” he said. “Good luck, and damn the bad streak.”
Jack laughed, and walked down the winding path.
The Pilot stood on the bank, and looked after him.
“Hearten him up: that’s the way,” he said to himself, as he watched the retreating figure; “but, for all that, he’s like a young ‘more-pork’ in the bush, with all his troubles to come.”
CHAPTER X.
Hocussed.
In a small inner room in The Lucky Digger sat Benjamin Tresco and the Prospector.
The goldsmith was happy. His glass was before him, between his teeth was the stem of his pipe, and in consequence his face beamed with contentment, pleasure, good humour, and indolence.