"And many's the time I've thought of it," cried Jimmy; "but you said we was to keep them forever—for luck!"
"A lot of luck they've brought us," said Denis; "on the other hand, I've learned a lot since then, and even now I don't propose to part with them altogether. No, but since the devil drives we must raise our fresh capital on them, and so let them bring us luck after all. If they do we can soon redeem them; and I mean them to, Jimmy, this time. Come a bit nearer: I've something to show you," continued Denis, drawing out his new map. "I've made this at odd times, some of it when you and Moseley were fast asleep. I don't say it's accurate, but it's given me a better grasp of the diggings as a whole than ever I had before, and I should like it to do the same for you. You see the double lines straggling from top to bottom like a bit of loose tape?"
"Yes."
"That's the Yarrowee."
"And the little squares sprinkled all over?"
"Fancy tents."
"And the blots in between?"
"The holes belonging to them."
"And the centipedes, or whatever they are?"
"The Seven Hills of Ballarat, Jimmy! Bakery Hill, Specimen Hill, and all the rest."