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At last, by good luck, he fell in with George's friend, McLaughlan, who told him it was twenty-five miles off. "Twenty-five miles? that must be for to-morrow, then." McLaughlan told him he knew George Fielding very well. "He is a fine lad." Then he asked Robinson what was his business. Robinson took down a very thin light board with ornamented words painted on it. "That is my business," said he.
George's aversion to bloodshed is matter of history; it was also his creed that a good hiding did nobody any harm. Now it was sheep-shearing time and McLaughlan was short of hands; he came into the mine to see whether out of so many thousands he could not find four or five who would shear instead of digging. When he put the question to George, George shook his head doubtfully.
Jacky was offended. "What for you laugh, you stupid fellows? I not a common black fellow. I been to Sydney and learn all the white man knows. Jacky will swear," added he. "Left your hond," cried McLaughlan. "It is no swearing if you dinna left your hond." "Dat so stupid," said Jacky, lifting his hand peevishly.
McLaughlan read the judge's feeling, and whimpered out, "Let it fa', lad let it fa'!" "If he does our knives fall on him and you. Pour!" Robinson poured. All their fierce eyes were fixed on the experiment. He meant to pour a drop or two, but the man behind him jogged his arm, and half the acid in the bottle fell upon Walker's dust.
In grateful return for the nugget, and more than that for all your goodness and kindness to me in times of bitter trouble." Then George showed Jacky how he had given Abner one-third of all his sheep and cattle, and Jacky two-thirds, and how McLaughlan, a just man, would see the division made. "And do leave the woods, except for a hunt now and then, Jacky; you are too good for them."
The crowd still watched expectantly, and, leaning out a little, I said sweetly, in my best Parisian accent: "Mesdames et Messieurs, la séance est terminée." And off we drove! Their expressions defied description; I never saw people look so astounded. McLaughlan was unfeignedly delighted. "Wot was that you 'anded out to them, Miss?" he asked.
"See you her strong boots?" they continued. "Believe you that she can understand what we say?" asked one. "Never on your life," was the answer, and the wheel in place, they watched every movement as I wiped my hands on a rag and drew on my gloves. "Eight minutes exactly," whispered McLaughlan triumphantly, as he seated himself beside me on the lorry preparatory to starting.
"I pronounce this to be gold." "There," put in McLaughlan, "ye see the lad was no deceiving ye; is it his fault if a' the gowd is no the same?" "No!" whimpered Walker, eagerly, and the crowd began to whisper and allow he might be innocent. The man standing behind the judge said, with a cold sneer: "That is the stuff he did not sell now pour on the stuff he sold."
McLaughlan had become George's bailiff, that is, on discovery of the gold he had agreed to incorporate George's flocks, to use his ground and to account to him, sharing the profits, and George running the risks. George had, however, encumbered the property with Abner as herdsman.
At the sight of a real business the worthy Scot offered to take care of him for the night, and put him on the road to Fielding's next morning. Next morning Robinson painted his front door as a return for bed and breakfast. McLaughlan gave him somewhat intricate instructions for to-morrow's route. Robinson followed them and soon lost his way.
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