"Yes, every inch. I wanted to see the Fortescue Gold Mine."
"Ah! There's a rough crowd there," said Jack. "They say all the uncaught criminals find their way to the Fortescue Gold Mine."
"Yes," said Hill.
"Is it true?" asked Adela, curiously.
"I am not in a position to say, madam." Hill's voice sounded sardonic.
"That means he doesn't know," explained Jack. "Look here, man! If you've ridden all the way from Wallacetown to-day you can't go back to Trelevan to-night. Your animal must be absolutely used up—if you are not."
"Oh, I think not. We are both tougher than that." Hill turned towards him. "Don't mix it too strong, Jack! I hardly ever touch it except under your roof."
"I am indeed honoured," laughed Jack. "But if you're going to spend the night you'll be able to sleep it off before you face your orderly in the morning."
"Do stay!" said Adela, hastening to follow up her husband's suggestion. "We should all like it. I hope you will."
Hill bowed towards her with stiff ceremony. "You are very kind, madam. But I don't like to give trouble, and I am expected back."