Now, if you please, where are you going ?" "Where am I going ?" said Anson warmly.

"Why, down south.

What's the good of my staying in Kimberley ?" "I can't answer that question, sir.

Where's your pass ?" "Pass?
What pass ?" "Your permit from the magistrate to leave the town." "Permit?
Nonsense!" cried Anson.

"I'm turned out of the mine offices, and I'm not going to sit and starve.