, daddy,' says one of the new men. 'We're all
good for a flutter when the wager's good. What'll it be worth a man, and
where are we going to divide? We know your mob's got some crib up in the
mountains that no one knows about. We don't want the swag took there and
planted. It mightn't be found easy.'

'Did ever a one of ye heer tell o' me actin' crooked?' says father.
'Look here, Bill, I'm not as young as I was, but you stand up to me for
three rounds and I'll take some of the cheek out of yer.'

Bill laughed.

'No fear, daddy, I'd sooner face Dick or Jim. But I only want what's
fair between man and man. It's a big touch, you know, and we can't take
it to the bank to divide, like diggers, or summons yer either.'

'What's the good of growlin' and snappin'?' says Burke. 'We're all goin'
in regular, I suppose, share and share alike?' The men nodded. 'Well,
there's only one way to make things shipshape, and that's to have a
captain. We'll pick one of ourselves, and whatever he says we'll bind
ourselves to do--life or death. Is that it, boys?'

'Yes, yes, that's the only way,' came from all hands.

'Now, the next thing to work is who we're to make captain of. There's
one here as we can all depend on, who knows more about road-work than
all the rest of us put together. You know who I mean; but I don't want
ye to choose him or any man because I tell you. I propose Starlight for
captain if he'll take it, and them that don't believe me let 'em find a
better man if they can.'

'I vote for Dan Moran,' says another man, a youngish farmer-looking
chap. 'He's a bushman, like ourselves, and not a half-bred swell, that's
just as likely to clear out when we want him most as do anything else.'

'You go back to the Springs and feed them pigs, Johnny,' says father,
walking towards the young chap. 'That's about what YOU'RE bred for;
nobody'll take you for a swell, quarter-bred, or anything else.
Howsoever, let's draw lots for it. Every man put his fancy down on a bit
of paper, and put 'em into my old hat here.'

This was done after a bit, and the end of it was ten votes for Starlight
and two or three for Moran, who looked savage and sulkier than ever.

When this was over Starlight walked over from where he was standing,
near me and Jim, and faced the crowd. He drew himself up a bit, and
looked round as haughty as he used to do when he walked up the big room
at the Prospectors' Arms in Turon--as if all the rest of us was dirt
unde