We shall have our work cut out making new bores, if the dry weather lasts.' 'My word, it's no joke going down three thousand feet.

Amazing queer the amount of water running underground on this dried-up old earth.' 'But we can always strike it, Bill; no matter how dried up the outside looks, there's the living spring waiting to be tapped.

And how's that in human nature too, Bill.

Same idea, eh ?' Moongarr Bill emitted a harsh grunt.
'My best girl chucked me a month back, boss, and as for your darned sentiment and poetry, and sech-like--well, I ain't takin' any just at present.' 'Bad luck, Bill! Struck a dead-head that time, eh ?...

Well, good-night.' 'Good-night, boss--and good luck to you.