Part 28 (1/2)

By-and-by Etheldene came back, still leading her exaggerated schoolboy.

”Sit down, Mr Cooper, on the gra.s.s. That's the style.”

”Well,” cried Archie, laughing, ”if everybody is going to squat on the gra.s.s, so shall I.”

Even Etheldene laughed at this; and when the governess came, and servants with the tea, they found a very happy family indeed.

After due introductions, Winslow continued talking to Bob.

”That's it, you see, Mr Cooper; and I'm right glad you've come to me for advice. What I don't know about settling in Bushland isn't worth knowing, though I say it myself. There are plenty long-headed fellows that have risen to riches very quickly, but I believe, lad, the same men would have made money in their own country. They are the geniuses of finance; fellows with four eyes in their head, and that can look two ways at once. But they are the exception, and the ordinary man needn't expect such luck, because he won't get it.

”Now there's yourself, Mr Cooper, and your friend that I haven't seen; you've made a lucky dive at the fields, and you're tired of gold-digging. I don't blame you. You want to turn farmer in earnest.

On a small scale you are a capitalist. Well, mind, you're going to play a game, in which the very first movement may settle you for good or evil.

”Go to Brisbane. Don't believe the chaps here. Go straight away up, and take time a bit, and look round. Don't buy a pig in a poke.

Hundreds do. There's a lot of people whose interest is to sell A1 claims, and a shoal of greenhorns with capital who want to buy. Now listen. Maybe not one of these have any experience. They see speculation in each other's eyes; and if one makes a grab, the other will try to be before him, and very likely the one that lays hold is hoisted. Let me put it in another way. Hang a hook, with a nice piece of pork on it, overboard where there are sharks. Everyone would like the pork, but everyone is shy and suspicious. Suddenly a shark, with more speculation in his eye than the others, prepares for a rush, and rather than he shall have it all the rest do just the same, and the lucky one gets hoisted. It's that way with catching capitalists. So I say again, Look before you leap. Don't run after bargains. They may be good, but--This young fellow here has some knowledge of English farming.

Well, that is good in its way, very good; and he has plenty of muscle, and is willing to work, that is better. If he were all alone, I'd tell him to go away to the Bush and shear sheep, build fences, and drive cattle for eighteen months, and keep his eyes wide open, and his ears too, and he'd get some insight into business. As it is, you're all going together, and you'll all have a look at things. You'll see what sort of stock the country is suited for--sheep, or cattle, or both; if it is exposed, or wet, or day, or forest, or all together. And you'll find out if it be healthy for men and stock, and not 'sour' for either; and also you'll consider what markets are open to you. For there'd be small use in rearing stock you couldn't sell. See?”

”Yes,” said Bob; ”I see a lot of difficulties in the way I hadn't thought of.”

”Go warily then, and the difficulties will vanish. I think I'll go with you to Brisbane,” added Winslow, after a pause. ”I'm getting sick already of civilised life.”

Etheldene threw her arms round her father's neck.

”Well, birdie, what is it? 'Fraid I go and leave you too long?”

”You mustn't leave me at all, father. I'm sometimes sick of civilised life. I'm going with you wherever you go.”

That same evening after dinner, while Etheldene was away somewhere with her new friend--showing him, I think, how to throw the boomerang-- Winslow and Archie sat out in the verandah looking at the stars while they sipped their coffee.

Winslow had been silent for a time, suddenly he spoke.

”I'm going to ask you a strange question, youngster,” he said.

”Well, sir?” said Archie.

”Suppose I were in a difficulty, from what you have seen of me would you help me out if you could?”

”You needn't ask, sir,” said Archie. ”My uncle's friend.”

”Well, a fifty-pound note would do it.”

Archie had his uncle's draft still with him. He never said a word till he had handed it to Winslow, and till this eccentric individual had crumpled it up, and thrust it unceremoniously, and with only a grunt of thanks, into one of his capacious pockets.

”But,” said Archie, ”I would rather you would not look upon it as a loan. In fact, I am doubting the evidence of my senses. You--with all the show of wealth I see around me--to be in temporary need of a poor, paltry fifty pounds! Verily, sir, this is the land of contrarieties.”

Winslow simply laughed.