And then they had fallen into different sets.
Dick, at least, had fallen into a set, while Caldigate had hardly associated with any but the one dangerous friend.

Dick had lived much with a bevy of noisy young men who had been given to games and smoking, and to a good deal of drink.

Caldigate had said not a word, even when on one occasion Dick had stumbled down into the cabin very much the worse for what he had taken.

How could he find fault with Dick's folly when he would not allow Dick to say a word to him as to his own?
But on this last day at sea it became necessary that they should understand each other.
'What do you mean to do when you land ?' Caldigate asked.
All that had been settled between them very exactly long since.

At a town called Nobble, about three hundred miles west of Sydney, there lived a man, supposed to be knowing in gold, named Crinkett, with whom they had corresponded, and to whom they intended, in the first instance, to apply.