Denis shook his head, and Moseley's face fell a little; but Doherty sat munching with a satisfaction as solid as the morsel in his mouth.
"Eureka?" inquired Moseley, putting a brave face on it.
"No."
"Canadian Gully?"
"No."
"The Gravel Pits?"
"No, thank you."
"I know!" chimed in Doherty. "Sailor's Gully!"
"No, Jimmy."
"Little Bendigo, then?"