“Is that true?” demanded Fletcher, eyeing Colson with displeasure.
“I never said any such thing,” said Colson eagerly. “He twists my words. I have the greatest respect for the bushrangers, whom I regard as gentlemen.”
“Perhaps that is the reason you don’t feel gratified to join them, Colson?”
Fletcher laughed at this palpable hit, but Colson looked annoyed.
“I don’t expect to remain in this section of the country long,” said Colson deprecatingly, for he was very much afraid of offending Fletcher. “Of course I can’t form any permanent ties.”
“It might be better for you to leave, Colson. I’ve an idee that it isn’t good for your health to stay around here very long. You haven’t made a shinin’ success so far. Now, as to that nugget which you stole——”
“Do you mean to insult me? I never took any nugget.”
“That’s so. You’re right there, Colson. But you thought you had, all the same. Fortunately, it’s where you can’t get at it.”
“I have something to say on that point,” said Fletcher. “I understand the nugget is very valuable.”
“I’m glad to hear it. You’re a judge. I have an idee of that sort myself.”