As they began to climb again they fell naturally into one of those familiar talks, full of allusion and reminiscence, that are only possible between two of a sex who have lived through part of their green days together.
It began by Purdy referring to the satisfactory fashion in which he had disposed of his tools, his stretcher-bed, and other effects: he was not travelling to Melbourne empty-handed.
Mahony rallied him.

"You were always a good one at striking a bargain, my boy! What about: 'Four mivvies for an alley!'-- eh, Dickybird ?" This related to their earliest meeting, and was a standing joke between them.

Mahony could recall the incident as clearly as though it had happened yesterday: how the sturdy little apple-cheeked English boy, with the comical English accent, had suddenly bobbed up at his side on the way home from school, and in that laughable sing-song of his, without modulation or emphasis, had offered to "swop" him, as above.
Purdy laughed and paid him back in kind.

"Yes, and the funk you were in for fear Spiny Tatlow 'ud see us, and peach to the rest!" "Yes.

What young idiots boys are!" In thought he added: "And what snobs!" For the breach of convention--he was an upper-form boy at the time--had not been his sole reason for wishing to shake off his junior.