"We only arrived day before yesterday."
"And what luck did you have at the mines?"
"We struck it rich. We are all capitalists, Jack and all."
"You don't say so! I wish I had gone with you, really now."
"I don't think you'd have liked it, Mr. Clinton. We had a hard time. We had to wade through mud and mire, and sleep on the ground, and twice we were captured by bushrangers. They wanted Jack and myself to join the band."
"You don't say so—really?"
"They might have made you a bushranger, Mr. Clinton, if they had caught you."
"I never would consent, never!" said Mr. Clinton, with emphasis.
Jack smiled at the idea of the elegant Mr. Clinton being transformed into an outlaw and bushranger.
"I am awfully glad I did not go with you," he said, shuddering.