Hunt up the men you spoke of as quickly as possible, will you ?' Harry and Dick started off together in quest of McKnight.

He was on the night shift, and they found him in bed.

Harry explained.

McKnight was scornful and profane.
'What--that boy Haddon again ?' he cried.

'Now what's his little game?
What devilment's he up to?
'But this looks all right,' Harry expostulated.
'All right, my grandmother's cat! You'll be findin' quartz reefs in a gum-tree next.' 'You ask Jacker an' Ted,' put in Dick resentfully, hurt to find his well-intentioned efforts so ungraciously received.
'Ask Jacker, is it?
If Jacker comes playin' any of your monkey tricks with me, my lad, I'll make him smell mischief, I tell you.' 'But hang it all, Mack! you might as well come an' see.