"I don't see how. He will be on his guard now."
"Of course he will. I don't mean that we should repeat the blunder of last night. You may be sure he won't keep it in his cabin another night."
"Then how are we to get it?"
"Follow him to Melbourne. He'll carry it there, and on the way we can relieve him of it."
"There's something in that."
"We shall be together, and he won't take me in as readily as he did you. After breakfast, if we are lucky enough to get any, we must go back to the camp, and find out what we can about his plans. Do you think anyone saw you last night when you were in the cabin?"
"No."
"That is well. Then you won't be suspected. But I can't say a word more till I have had breakfast."
After half an hour's walking—it was only half a mile, but the soil was boggy, rendering locomotion difficult—they reached a humble wayside cabin, which was in some sort a restaurant, and by dint of diplomacy and a promise of speedy payment, they secured a meal to which, despite their disappointment, they did ample justice.
Breakfast over, they resumed their fatiguing walk, and reached the mining camp about ten o'clock.