‘Oh, make tracks!’ retorted Burton with some impatience.  ’We’re tired.  Set your man-eater at a red-gum butt or a bull—­something in his class.’

‘It’s very disappointing after coming so far to oblige you.’

‘You didn’t receive a pressing invitation from any body here,’ said Jim.

‘Any other day,’ ventured the Nut deferentially in his small, hoarse voice, intelligible only at intervals.  ‘Way o’ friendship—­no ill-feelin’s—­gent ez is a gent—­no ‘arm did.’

‘I’ll not fight you at any time,’ Done replied.  ’You see, Brummy, my friend hesitates to raise false hopes in your heart,’ said the Prodigal.  ’He might promise to punch the hair and hide off you at some future date, and then disappoint all your tender, joyful anticipations; but he’s not a man of that sort:  he tells you straight he wouldn’t attempt to ’spoil beauty like yours for all the gilt in the Gravel Pits.’

‘Gent don’t wanter fight,’ whispered Brummy; ’tha’s all right—­no ’arm did.’  Brummy was the only man of his party who betrayed no feeling whatever in the matter.

There was a further conference, and the spokesman turned to Jim again.

Brummy claims the championship of Diamond Gully,’ he said.

’That’s no business of mine.  He’s welcome to claim anything he takes a fancy to for me,’ replied Jim.

‘No ill-feelin’s——­way o’ frien’ship,’ said the husky champion; and he made his curious salutation again, and went shuffling off with his keepers, who had the airs of sorely ill-used citizens.

‘Well,’ gasped Jim, ’if this is what a man brings down on himself by waging a casual battle in his own defence, I’ll be careful to keep out of fights in the future.’

However, Jim Done was not again called upon to do battle while he remained on Diamond Gully.  The reputation he had won was a guarantee against further molestation and Aurora’s open and unabashed devotion prevented any approach to serious rivalry.  The girl still preserved her manner of a boon companion in the presence of Mrs. Ben Kyley’s customers, but no man of them was given occasion for the ghost of a hope of supplanting Jim in her tempestuous heart.  She now assumed towards Done an attitude of happy submission; the quizzical insistence on his boyishness was abandoned:  she acknowledged her master with an exuberant rapture that had not the faintest suspicion of coyness, and although Jim often blushed under it, and experienced a great uneasiness in the course of a public demonstration, Aurora showed a barbaric disregard for contemporary opinion.  She felt no shame in the presence of her emotions, and consequently had no impulse to hide them.  She beguiled Jim from his work to take long rambles; she devoted herself to him, to the neglect of Mrs. Ben Kyley’s patrons.

Mike Burton was often lonely in his tent, and often Mrs. Kyley stormed at Jim, highly vociferous and wildly pantomimic, but good-natured and sympathetic at bottom, for there was a vagabondish harmony between the two women that made them fast friends, and caused Mary Kyley to feel a share in Aurora’s happiness.