I glanced at him, but did not answer.

"It's because the chief's afraid we shall go up yonder trying for gold."

"And he does not trust us," I said to myself, as I felt that Esau must

be right; and the uncomfortable feeling of being suspected seemed to

increase.

I was thinking about this a good deal, and had made up my mind to ask

Mr Raydon if he thought I could be so dishonourable, when we neared the

Fort, and I was startled back from my musings which were carrying me on

through the interior, when Esau uttered a cheery hail.

"What's the matter?" I said.

"Can't you see? Look!" he cried.

"Gunson!" I exclaimed; and sure enough there he was, coming slowly

towards us, looking very old and careworn, and as if he had gone through

a great deal of trouble since we parted in the autumn.

"Why, my lad," he cried, shaking hands with me warmly, "you look quite

thin and white. Been ill?"

"Yes," I said, as I grasped his hand warmly.

"Fever?"

"No," I said, hesitatingly; "an accident."

"Why don't you tell him?" said Esau, sturdily. "I shot him."

"You shot him?"

"Yes," I said, quickly; "he let the rifle slip out of his hand somehow,

and the ball hit me."

"I'm not surprised," cried Gunson, in a tone full of anger and contempt.

"Don't say any more about it," I cried. "It was an accident, and I'm

getting better fast. Tell me about what you have been doing."

Gunson laughed.

"Walking, wading in rivers, washing sand, climbing mountains, exposed to

all sorts of weather, half-starved, half-frozen, and all to get the

tempting gold."

"No luck then?" said Esau, eagerly.

"Not a bit, my lad."

"What, ain't you found gold at all?"

"Oh, yes, in scores of places, but always where it would cost thirty

shillings to earn a pound's worth. Not profitable work, eh?"

Esau glanced at me, and I at Esau, the same thought in both our minds--

that we could, in a couple of hours' walk from where we were, show him--

the wearied-out prospector--an ample supply.

"If I only could tell him," I thought, as I recalled how generous and

kind he had always been to us. But it was impossible, and I darted a

look at Esau which he understood, for he nodded at me in a curious way,

setting me thinking that I must speak to him seriously again about our

duty to Mr Raydon. I had hardly thought this when I saw the latter

coming towards us.

"Ah, Mr Gunson," he said, with a sharp, keen glance, "you have kept

your word, then, and come back."

"Yes, I've come back, and shall be glad of a day or two's rest."

"You are welcome," replied Mr Raydon. "Well, have you been very

fortunate?"

"What a question to ask me!" said Gunson; "the most unlucky man that

ever lived! Do I look fortunate?"

"No," said Mr Raydon, smiling; "far from it. There, come up to my

place, and let me hear what you have been doing."

As we approached the strangers' quarters, Quong made his appearance with

his eyes twinkling.

"Plenty flesh tea," he cried. "Plenty new blead."

"Hullo, my Celestial friend," said Gunson, smiling at the eager-looking

little fellow. "Did you see me coming?"

"No. Not see. Gley tell me Mr Gunson come, and make tea dilectly, and

cook bacon."

"Ready to come on with me now, Quong?" said Gunson. "I'm going up the

western part."

Quong stared.

"What! Go away? No. Stop allee long here."

"That's right, my lad. Don't leave good quarters. Been washing for

gold lately?"

"Eh? Washee washee gole? Too much piecy make work. Cook along big

meat. No go out at all. You likee likee flesh blead, not blead high."

"Indeed, it will be a treat," said Gunson, going into the place with Mr

Raydon, while we kept back until he had finished his meal.

"I say," said Esau, as we walked about the enclosure, "can't little

Quong tell fibseys."

"That's what I was thinking," I replied. "Why, I've met him twice up

the river trying for gold."

"Oh. I've seen him lots of times. He gets away when he has done his

work, looking as innocent as you please, and all the time he's hunting

for gold. I say, you see if Mr Raydon don't keep an eye on us for fear

we should tell old Gunson. My! wouldn't he like to know of our find. I

can't understand how it is that he who knows all about it should be so

unlucky, and you--"

"We," I said.

"Well, we, then--should be so lucky, and find so much. Dunno, though;

it hasn't brought us much luck as yet."

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