They got him into the tent, and they made him swallow some tea.

Then he slept; and in the course of the afternoon he had so far recovered as to be able to eat a bit of meat.

Then, when his companions were at their work, he carefully packed up his swag, and fastening it on to his back, appeared by the side of the hole.

'I'm come to bid you good-bye he said.
'Where are you going, Mick ?' asked Caldigate, climbing up out of the hole by the rope.
'I'm blessed if I know, but I'm off.

You are getting that hole tarnation crooked.' The man was going without any allusion to the wages he had earned, or to the work that he had done.