“Some day he will know all the truth,” I said, “and I must wait.”
Just then Grey came up.
“Your time, Gordon,” he said, abruptly. Then seeing our excited looks, he glanced towards the strangers’ quarters.
“Not worse, sir?” he said, eagerly.
“No, Grey; the turn has come—better,” said Mr Raydon.
Grey took off his fur cap, waved it in the air, and then with a satisfied smile he marched me off.
“That’s what I like to hear; he’ll be all right soon now. This place would set any man up. But I can’t understand the gov’nor. He was always mad against any one coming about here hunting for gold, and yet somehow he seems to have quite taken to your friend, who talks about nothing else.”
“Yes,” I said; “I can’t help thinking that he likes Mr Gunson.”
“Oh, there’s no doubt about it, my lad. We shall have him taking to gold-hunting himself one of these days.”
“Never,” I said, decisively, as we reached my post.