At last they found him with the incipient horrors of delirium tremens, and yet they could not get him away.

The man who kept the place was quite used to delirium tremens, and thought nothing about it.

When Caldigate tried a high moral tone everybody around him laughed at him.
They had been digging for a month, and still without a speck of gold, when, one morning early, Mick appeared in front of the tent.

It was then about eight, and our friends had stopped their work to eat their breakfast.

The poor man, without saying a word, came and crouched down before them;--not in shame,--not at all that; but apparently in an agony of sickness,--'I've had my bout,' he said.
'I don't suppose you're much the better for it,' replied Caldigate.
'No; I ain't none the better.