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Fifty times I've struck a duffer on one field or another; twenty times I've struck a good show that petered out in a week; three times I struck it rich rich enough to set me up if I'd stuck to the find, but always I've been had had by darned dirty I-talyans from the towns on the coast, who've come up with their glib tongues and doctored tangle-foot and bested me, me and my mates, and shunted us to yacker and graft while they fattened on our find.
"It's no white man's field, no place for us to stay only fit for I-talyans and such-like coloured labour." Gleeson turned away to Peters. "Which route are you taking?" he asked. "Over the rise," Peters answered. "It's good enough," Gleeson replied. "Oh, good enough? You bet, mister; this is a miner or I'm a rouse-about," Palmer Billy put in, with a nod towards Peters.
"If me and my accordion gets the shove-along, we takes it; and as for them hungry gully-scrapers darned dirty I-talyans, I call them why, let 'em rake the creek by theirselves; there's water in it, and some of that won't hurt some of them, either outside or in. Misters, if you likes 'armony, I'm with you; if you don't "
Gleeson, seeing the other two set out up the rise, hurried after them, his departure also being greeted with a burst of derisive cheers. He came up with them in time to interrupt Palmer Billy's sentence. Recognizing the leader of the recent attack on himself, Gleeson looked at him angrily. "Darned dirty I-talyans, I call 'em," Palmer Billy said, as his eyes met those of Gleeson.
But you didn't know them darned dirty I-talyans as I did, mister; so, as the song has it, 'kick at troubles when they come, boys, and we'll set up a four-handed camp of our own, and take the shine out of everywhere. You've got the tucker and I've got the 'armony, and we've all got the savee of white men and the grit of miners. Come along, boys; there's no malice on my side."
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