in the thick scrub, about three panels along the fence

from the farthest corner post from the road. They bottomed here at nine feet,

and found encouraging indications. They `drove' (tunnelled) inwards

at right angles to the fence, and at a point immediately beneath it

they were `making tucker'; a few feet farther and they were making wages.

The old alluvial bottom sloped gently that way. The bottom here, by the way,

was shelving, brownish, rotten rock.

Just inside the cemetery fence, and at right angles to Dave's drive,