“By train!” echoed Teddy in a voice of consternation, the idea was such a terrible come down to what he had imagined.
“Yes, by train; come along with me,” repeated little Maitland, catching hold of his arm; and turning into Collins Street he soon made his way to the railway depôt and took a couple of tickets for Ballarat.
Chapter Eleven.
The Wreck.
“I say,” began Val presently when the train was in motion.
“Well?” said Teddy rather grumpily.
He could not stomach the fact that here they were journeying along by the aid of an ordinary railway, just as they would have done in England.
When Val had suggested their going to the diggings he had imagined they would tramp thither through the bush, with their blankets and swag on their shoulders, as he had often read of men doing; and that they would end by picking up a big nugget of gold that would make all their fortunes!