“There is no difficulty, the secret is to look in the right place.”

“Ay! ay! take your divairsion, ye sly rogue!—­I wish ye had my five childhre.”

“Oh! you spiteful cat!”

“Well, Ede, come to sell?”

“A little.”

“What is to do out there? seems a bit of a crowd.”

“What, haven’t you heard? it is your friend Jem! he has got a slice of luck, bought a hole of a stranger, saw the stuff glitter, so offered him thirty pounds; he was green and snapped at it; and if Jem didn’t wash four ounces out the first cradleful I’m a Dutchman.”

“Well, I am right glad of that.”

A young digger now approached respectfully.  “Police report, captain.”

“Hand it here.  May I sit at your table a minute, Mr. Levi?” Mr. Levi bowed assent.

“No clew to the parties that attacked our tent last night?”

“None at present, captain, but we are all on the lookout.  Some of us will be sure to hear of something, course of the day, and then I’ll come and tell you.  Will you read the report?  There is the week’s summary as well.”

“Of course I will.  Mum! mum!  ’Less violence on the whole this week; more petty larceny.’  That is bad.  I’ll put it down, Mr. Levi.  I am determined to put it down.  What an infernal row the cradles make.  What is this?  ’A great flow of strangers into the camp, most thought to be honest, but some great roughs; also a good many Yankees and Germans come in at the south side.’  What is this?  ’A thief lynched yesterday.  Flung headforemost into a hole and stuck in the clay.  Not expected to live after it.’  Go it, my boys!  Didn’t I say law is the best for all parties, thieves included?  Leave it, Andrew, I will examine it with the utmost minuteness.”

The dog used fine words on these occasions, that he might pass for a pundit with his clique, and being now alone he pored over his police-sheet as solemn and stern as if the nation depended on his investigations.

A short explosion of laughter from Andrew interrupted this grave occupation.  The beak looked up with offended dignity, and, in spite of a mighty effort, fell a sniggering.  For following Andrew’s eyes he saw two gig umbrellas gliding erect and peaceful side by side among the pits.

“What on earth are they?”

“Chinamen, captain.  They are too lazy to dig.  They go about all day looking at the heaps and poking all over the camp.  They have got eyes like hawks.  It is wonderful, I am told, what they contrive to pick up first and last.  What hats!  Why, one of ’m would roof a tent.”

“Hurroo!”

“What is up now?”

“Hurroo!” And up came Mary McDogherty dancing and jumping as only Irish ever jumped.  She had a lump of dim metal in one hand and a glittering mass in the other.  She came up to the table with a fantastic spring and spanked down the sparkling mass on it, bounding back one step like india-rubber even as she struck the table.