The Last Chance by Rolf Boldrewood — Read

‘Thanks very much. Perhaps you'll dine with me to-night. One of my partners is coming along, who will be pleased to make your acquaintance. We'll drive over, Con. Now then,' he continued, after they had trotted a short distance along the dusty street, ‘The "Last Chance," as you have seen, is one of the richest claims in Australia. All the vacant ground within miles of it will be rushed in a week. Would you and your mate like to register four men's ground on No.1, north of the Reward Claim-on half shares? There's plenty for all.'

‘All right, sir. We've got our Miners' Rights all square and regular-and glad of the offer. I know a couple more chaps here-old mates that'll go in with us, so as to make up the claim. You know Murphy, and Crowley, don't you, sir? They'll come, quick and lively. Good men to work, too. ' The next step was taken without delay. It was legally necessary to register the Prospecting Area-to take out Miners' Rights-to apply for a lease. They were entitled under Regulation No.15 of the Goldfields Act of 189– to twelve acres, in the shape of a rectangular parallelogram. These matters rendered it necessary to remain for the day at Swantown, so Mr. Banneret surrendered himself to the inevitable without much uneasiness. He took rooms for himself and partner at the hotel called ‘Palace'-large and fairly commodious, though by no means so much so as in the stage to which the city was destined to develop. He expected Newstead to arrive about lunch-time, and philosophically set off on a tour of inspection.