Warrigal says he was a little chap when he died, but he says he remembers men making a great coroboree over him when he died, and they could find nothing.

They always thought he had money, and he showed them one or two small lumps of gold, and what he said was gold-dust washed out from the creek bed.' As we had no call to work now, we went in for a bit of sport every day.

Lord! how long it seemed since Jim and I had put the guns on our shoulders and walked out in the beautiful fresh part of the morning to have a day's shooting.

It made us feel like boys again.

When I said so the tears came into Jim's eyes and he turned his head away.