"They say all the uncaught criminals find their way to the Fortescue Gold Mine." "Yes," said Hill.
"Is it true ?" asked Adela, curiously.
"I am not in a position to say, madam." Hill's voice sounded sardonic.
"That means he doesn't know," explained Jack.

"Look here, man! If you've ridden all the way from Wallacetown to-day you can't go back to Trelevan to-night.

Your animal must be absolutely used up--if you are not." "Oh, I think not.

We are both tougher than that." Hill turned towards him.

"Don't mix it too strong, Jack! I hardly ever touch it except under your roof." "I am indeed honoured," laughed Jack.