"But Charley Heathfield was never one of us really," Ted Cross said. "He was always an outsider."
"That's right, Ted," George Woods replied. "We only stuck him on Michael's account."
Paul told George, Watty, and Cash the story he had been going over all the morning—how he had gone home with Charley, how he remembered going along the road with him, and then how he had wakened on the floor of his own hut in the morning. Sophie was there. She was singing. He had thought it was her mother. He had called her ... but Sophie had come to him. And she had abused him. She had called him "a dirty, fat pig," and told him to get out of the way because she wanted to sweep the floor.
He sobbed uncontrollably. The men sympathised with him. They knew the loss of opal came harder on Rouminof than it would have on the rest of them, because he was so mad about the stuff. They condoned the abandonment of his grief as natural enough in a foreigner, too; but after a while it irked them.
"Take a pull at y'rself, Rummy, can't you?" George Woods said irritably. "What did Michael say?"
"Michael?" Paul looked at him, his eyes streaming.
George nodded.
"He did not say," Paul replied. "He threw down his pick. He would not work any more ... and then he went down to Newton's to ask about Charley."
Two or three of the men exchanged glances. That was the way they had expected Michael to take the news. He would not have believed Paul's story at first. They did not see Michael again that day. In the evening Peter Newton told them how Michael had come to him, asking if it was true Charley had gone on the coach with Jun Johnson and the girls. Peter told Michael, he said, that Charley had gone on the coach, and that he thought Rouminof's story looked black against Charley.
"Michael didn't say much," Peter explained, "but I don't think he could help seeing what I said was true—however much he didn't want to."