"`Jack Drew's.'

"He looked at me sideways -- the swift haunted look. Then he walked on
without a word, for half a dozen yards, hands behind, and studying the dust.
Then he asked, quite quietly:

"`Do you know the truth?'

"`Yes!'

"About a dozen yards this time; then he said:

"`I'll see him in the morning, and see you afterwards,'
and he shook hands and went on home.

"Next day he came to me where I was doing a job on a step ladder.
He leaned his elbow against the steps for a moment, and rubbed his hand
over his forehead, as if it ached and he was tired.

"`I've seen him, Mitchell,' he said.

"`Yes.'

"`You were mates with him, once, Out Back?'

"`I was.'

"`You know Drew's hand-writing?'

"`I should think so.'