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Updated: May 18, 2025
It is not worth the happiness I have had in your friendship for the last half-year; it is not worth the agony I have suffered in its loss in the last half-hour." Mulrady grasped his outstretched hand. "P'raps," he said, gravely, "there mayn't be any use for another word, if you can answer one now. Come with me. No matter," he added, as Slinn moved with difficulty; "I will help you."
"I hope Don Caesar won't think" he began, hesitatingly. "I reckon, perhaps, I oughter make some sorter compensation you know." "Stuff!" said Mrs. Mulrady, decidedly. "Don't be a fool. Any gold discovery, anyhow, would have been yours that's the law. And you bought the land without any restrictions.
Mulrady, who stood to execute this order, let go the anchor in five fathoms water. The raft backed about two fathoms on the line, which was then at full stretch. The sail was taken in, and everything made snug for a tedious period of inaction.
More hideous than ever, the new Mulrady house lifted itself against the leaden sky, and stared with all its large-framed, shutterless windows blankly on the prospect, until they seemed to the wayfarer to become mere mirrors set in the walls, reflecting only the watery landscape, and unable to give the least indication of light or heat within.
"Of course," said Slinn, gloomily. "Of course; so it oughter be," returned Mulrady, shortly. "Why, it's only their one day out of 364; and I can have 363 days off, as I am their boss. I don't mind a man's being independent," he continued, taking off his coat and beginning to unpack his sack a common "gunny bag" used for potatoes. "We're independent ourselves, ain't we, Slinn?"
"Where is this mine," asked Mulrady, without heeding him. The old man's eyes swiftly sought the ground. "It is a secret, then?" "No." "You have spoken of it to any one?" "No." "Not to the man who possesses it?" "No." "Why?" "Because I wouldn't take it from him." "Why wouldn't you?" "Because that man is yourself!"
Mulrady seated himself in the saddle ready to start. "Here is the letter you are to give to Tom Austin," said Glenarvan. "Don't let him lose an hour. He is to sail for Twofold Bay at once; and if he does not find us there, if we have not managed to cross the Snowy, let him come on to us without delay. Now go, my brave sailor, and God be with you."
There was reason to fear that if the storm lasted longer the Snowy River would overflow its banks, which would be a very unlucky thing for the wagon, stuck fast as it was already in the soft ground. Mulrady, Ayrton and Mangles went several times to ascertain the height of the water, and came back dripping from head to foot.
I've run over here in the rain, jist to have a sociable time with you all." "I knew it," said the old man, without looking up; "I knew you'd come." "You knew I'd come?" echoed Mulrady, with an uneasy return of the strange feeling of awe with which he regarded Slinn's abstraction. "Yes; you were alone like myself all alone!"
But this grubbing in the dirt with one's fingers, that a little gold may stick to them, is not for caballeros. And then, one says nothing of the curse." "The curse!" echoed Mary Mulrady, with youthful feminine superstition. "What is that?"
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