Your money will drag you down to hell; you'll
want to throw it away, but it will burn into your soul for all
eternity.'
"I am mortal hungry," continued Bob, "and they don't give no rations
until about sundown, and we'll have to wait six hours. It's hard
lines. I see there's an orchard there now, and most likely a
wegtable garden--and cabbages. I'd like some boiled beef and
cabbage. It wouldn't be no harm to try and get somethin' to eat,
anyhow. What do you say, Ned? You was a swell cove once, and knows
how to talk to the quality. Go and try 'em."
Ned went and talked to the "quality" so well that he brought back
rations for three.
Towards the end of the year Nosey arrived at Piney Station, about
forty miles from the Murray, and obtained employment. Baldy's bones
had been lying under the rocks for nearly fifteen years. It was
absurd to suppose they could ever be discovered now, or if they were,
that any evidence could be got out of them. Nosey felt sure that all
danger for himself was passed, but still the murder was frequently in
his mind. The squatter was often lonely, and his new man was
garrulous, and one day Nosey, while at work, began to relate many
particulars of life in the old country, in Van Diemen's Land, and in
the other colonies, and he could not refrain from mentioning the
greatest of his exploits.
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