We got to Melbourne all right, and though it's a different sort of a place from Sydney, it's a jolly enough town for a couple of young chaps with money in their pockets.

Most towns are, for the matter of that.

We took it easy, and didn't go on the spree or do anything foolish.

No, we weren't altogether so green as that.

We looked out for a quiet place to lodge, near the sea--St.Kilda they call it, in front of the beach--and we went about and saw all the sights, and for a time managed to keep down the thought that perhaps sooner or later we'd be caught, and have to stand our trial for this last affair of ours, and maybe one or two others.