CHAPTER LXXX.
JOURNEY BACK TO BALLARAT.
"You are, no doubt, strangers in the country?" said Mr. Brown, after we had removed the saddles from our horses' backs, and suffered the animals to roam a short distance from the camp for food.
"Faith, ye may well say that," cried the leading Hibernian, with a good-natured smile.
"Where did you come from?" my friend continued.
"Ireland, sir," was the prompt reply.
"I know that without your telling me. I mean what part of this country. Sydney or Melbourne?"
"Faith, how did ye know we come from Ireland?" queried Pat, with innocent simplicity.
"By your brogue, to be sure," was Mr. Brown's prompt answer.