“Very well, it is settled. We can leave by the next steamer for Somerset.”
“I meant to overland it.”
“Don't think of it. It is over a thousand miles, and you would have to pass through some fearful country, full of poison bush, and would perhaps lose all your horses. Then, too, the blacks are bad, very bad.”
“Some of my men will be sure to come with me; especially Young and Smith.”
“Don't think of overlanding it,” persisted Gerrard. “It would take you, even with the best of luck, two months to get to the Batavia. Come with me to Somerset. I think we can get all the horses we want there, and then we can go across country—only one hundred and fifty miles—to the Gulf side; if not, I'll hire one of the pearling luggers to take us round by Cape York.”
So Douglas Fraser yielded, and when they reached the house, he sent word to the claim and battery for all the men to come to him.
“Boys,” he said, as the toil-stained, rough miners filed into the sitting-room, “we'll have to clear out of the Gully now that the reef has pinched out. Now, Mr Gerrard tells me that there is both good reefing and alluvial country up about the Batavia River; all the creeks carry gold; so I am going there with him, Will any of you come in with me?”
Every one of them gave a ready assent.
“Why, boss,” said Sam Young, “we coves ain't agoin' to leave you an' Miss Kate as long as we can make tucker and wages—or half wages, as fur as that goes. What say, lads?”
“Of course you can't leave us,” said Kate with a laugh; “you all know what it is to have a woman cook.”