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We did a little gold digging, and got the colour here and there, just enough to show us we might make a haul some day, but we couldn't hit it good. We rode and shot a bit till somehow I got restless, and said I'd go home for a day. It was risky, but I'd stand the racket. There couldn't be police there night and day. Father growled and said I was a dashed fool. What did I want to run my head into a noose? We were waiting for the straight tip and then we'd try another lay. But I was that obstinate I wouldn't be turned. I wanted to see Aileen and mother very bad; perhaps I thought I might hear something about Gracey Storefield. Anyhow I meant going.
I dressed myself pretty neat, though I took care to have nothing on to be noticed by, and rode away on an old horse that had been very fast in his day and was just good enough for a short ride like this. He was gone in the legs, but wouldn't fall with you, and he could do his mile still in fairish time.