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Updated: May 27, 2025
'I suppose we must let him into it. 'Kullers' was a big American buck nigger, and had been Pinter's mate for some time Pinter was a man of odd mates; and what Pinter meant was that Kullers was safe to hold his tongue. Next morning Pinter and his coloured mate appeared on the ground early, Pinter with some tools and the nigger with a windlass-bole on his shoulders.
Mrs Middleton began to throw stones down the shaft it was Pinter's and they, even the oldest and most anxious, began to grin in spite of themselves, for they knew she couldn't hurt them from the surface, and that, though she had been a working digger herself, she couldn't fill both shafts before the fumes of liquor overtook her.
'I wonder which shaf' she'll come down, asked Kullers in a tone befitting the place and occasion. 'You'd better go and watch your shaft, Pinter, said Dave, 'and Jim and I'll watch mine. 'I I won't, said Pinter hurriedly. 'I'm I'm a modest man. Then they heard a clang in the direction of Pinter's shaft. 'She's thrown her bottle down, said Dave.
He held as straight across the bayou as the current would permit, and when he reached the shore, he climbed out and disappeared in the bushes. "He's gone," thought Godfrey, throwing away his switch and slowly retracing his steps toward the camp, "an' here's more trouble for me. The pinter's gone too, an' that takes money outen my pocket an' puts it into the pockets of them pizen Gordons.
He felt mad that it hadn't struck him sooner. Pinter and Kullers had also shifted their tent down into a nice quiet place in the Bush close handy; so, early next Sunday morning, while Pinter and Kullers were asleep, Dave posted Jim Bently to watch their tent, and whistle an alarm if they stirred, and then dropped down into Pinter's hole and saw at a glance what he was up to.
'She's took it off! said Dave excitedly; and peering along Pinter's drive, they saw first an elastic-sided boot, then a red-striped stocking, then a section of scarlet petticoat. 'Lemme out! roared Pinter, lurching forward and making a swimming motion with his hands in the direction of Dave's drive. Kullers was already gone, and Jim well on the way.
After that Dave lost no time: he drove straight on, encouraged by the thuds of Pinter's and Kullers' picks drawing nearer. They would strike his tunnel at right angles. Both parties worked long hours, only knocking off to fry a bit of steak in the pan, boil the billy, and throw themselves dressed on their bunks to get a few hours' sleep.
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