"When am I to start, sir? Where am I to go to?"

"To-morrow morning. To Australia."

A dead silence on both sides followed these words, as the two colourless
faces looked into one another's eyes across the table.

To Australia Peter Crawley went, and with half-a-dozen of the most
villainous ruffians on earth in his pay, it seemed impossible for
Fielding and Robinson to escape. But here the ex-thief's alertness came
to George Fielding's aid, and the two men managed to get the better of
all the robbers and assassins who attacked their tent. Robinson, in
fact, not only saved his own and his partner's lives, by common consent
he was elected captain at the gold-diggings, and by his authority some
sort of law and order were established throughout the camp, and all
thefts were heavily punished.

The finding of a large nugget by Robinson ended gold-digging for these
two men. The nugget was taken to Sydney and fetched £3,800, and when
Crawley, who had pursued them from the camp, reached the city, he found
they had already sailed for England.

George Fielding went to Australia to make £1,000, and by industry,
sobriety, and cattle, he did not make £1,000; but, with the help of a
converted thief, he did by gold-digging, industry, and sobriety, make
several thousand pounds, and take them safe away home, spite of many
wicked devices and wicked men.

Mr. Meadows flung out Peter Crawley, his left hand, into Australia to