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81 The trooper be d——d; but I congratulate poor Frank, of the good town of Bedford, for "this madness on the part of the diggers" procuring him £400 sterling from Toorak; so that he can afford to spare me the trouble of encroaching any further into his "statement." Great works!

III. Document more important, by far.

"Great works" this time at Toorak, eh! oh! dear.

So far so good, for the present; because spy "Goodenough" wants me in the next chapter.

LXIII.

ET SCIAS QUIA NIHIL IMPIUM FECERIM.

was now between eight and nine o'clock. A patrol of troopers and traps stopped before the London Hotel. Spy Goodenough, entered panting, a cocked pistol in his hand, looking as wild as a raven. He instantly pounced on me as his prey, and poking the pistol at my face, said in his rage, "I want you."

"What for?"