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TOWARDS the latter end of 1896, I, Harry Wood, and my mate, Philip Scott, owned a smart cutter and £200 cash. By the time Australian bells were ringing in the New Year we owned the cutter only.
-"What shall we do with all this money, Phil?" I asked, one day, about a week after returning from the cruise that had nearly ended in such a disastrous fashion, and which has already been described elsewhere. "Invest it," replied Phil, promptly. "Now's the time. There's a big boom in the W. A. mines. Only this morning I was given the straight tip for 'Cataracts!' They're at 4 now, and young Flurrier--fellow I know in the Exchange--says nothing can stop them from going up to 10 in a week or two. Let's make a spoon or spoil a horn, and collar fifty shares."