knock the philosophy out of you and make you a practical man.
Easterley. Are you going to Central Australia?
Fetherston. Yes; I am to have charge of a company of surveyors who are to be engaged about the laying of the overland line to Port Darwin.
Easterley. I'll think of it. I rather think I should like it. I suppose we shall see no ghosts there, Fetherston?
Fetherston. I don't know about that. I dare say we may, for we shall often have to live on salt junk and damper.
So there our talk ended. I had heard of Mr. Fetherston's business before, and even I believe of his destination; but I had forgotten the particulars, and certainly it never had struck me that I should care to go with him. But now I thought I should like to talk it over with Jack. So I went in search of him. I found him by himself at the farthest aft part of the ship, standing just above the companion with his back against a rail. He had been chatting with two or three of the ladies, and they had just gone below. He came at once to meet me, and we both went forward and lit our pipes and smoked some time in silence. Then Jack spoke. "I see that you have something to say, Bob; what is it?"