"Certainly I will," and the two shook hands.
"Fancy that," said Hal, "he and I were at school together; we haven't seen each other for ten years."
"He does not seem over fond of the nobility, with all his enterprise," said Reg, smiling.
"No," answered Hal. "He is a young Australian. His father is one of the leading citizens, but when a man's on a paper he is not allowed to express his own opinions."
"Then the papers toady to the nobility?"
"Not exactly. I consider the Australian Press is second to none in the world, and both the papers these men represent would hold their own in any country; but they must study public taste, like any other public caterers, and they do so love a lord. See, they are both now engaged with the bishop's son."
The Captain did not seem so cordial to them as they left the ship, and he wore a disappointed look. As they said good-bye to all, and the tug started for shore, a figure on deck waved his hat and called out to them: "I found you out."
"Good-bye, you old idiot," shouted Hal, and an uproarious laugh greeted the amiable Tickell.
"It's nearly time they had an outer harbour here," said Reg, as he tried to dodge the spray flying over the side of the tug.
"Yes, you're right, but there seems to be too much jealousy amongst the three ports. Glenelg think they ought to have it, and the Semaphore, too, lays claim to it, and between the lot of them we have to land with a wet skin."