after a voyage to Australia and some Colonial experience.

These three were mates from habit and not necessity, for it was all

shallow sinking where they worked. They were poking down pot-holes

in the scrub in the vicinity of the racecourse, where the sinking

Dave had theories -- `ideers' or `notions' he called them; Jim Bently

laid claim to none -- he ran by sight, not scent, like a kangaroo-dog.

Andy Page -- by the way, great admirer and faithful retainer of Dave Regan --

was simple and trusting, but, on critical occasions,