CHAPTER XXXI.
THE DEATH OF BUSH.
“Where is the nugget? What did you do with it?” inquired Harry.
“I buried it in the spot where I found it,” said Bush. “I didn’t dare to bring it here in open day. There are worthless fellows enough hereabouts that wouldn’t hesitate to take my life, for the sake of it.”
“But you can’t help its being found out that you have it.”
“No more I can; but in an hour after it is known I start for Melbourne.”
“Will you go to-morrow?”
“Yes, my lad, we will both go to-morrow. It’s share and share alike, you know. Half the nugget is yours, and if anything happens to me the whole, and all the money I have in Melbourne.”
“Thank you, Bush; but I’d rather you’d enjoy it yourself. I’d return the compliment, but I’m afraid all the money I have wouldn’t help you much.”