hair-restorer were all the same mixture. Then a great popular demand for
Dr. Crips set in at Tarra, but by this time Nickie the Kid was back in
town, amazing his friends with his lavish hospitality in threepenny bars.



CHAPTER II.

A FAMILY MATTER.

EVEN Nickie's intimates of the wharves and the river banks knew nothing
of his ancestors or relations. Nickie was naturally reticent about his
own business; On the point of family connections he was dumb. It was
assumed that he had had a father and mother at some stage of his career,
but the evolution of Nickie the Kid from a schoolboy, with shining
morning face, to a homeless rapscallion, living on his impudence, was
never dwelt upon by our hero, which is a great pity, as the process of
degeneration must have been highly interesting.

Certainly, Nickie did not regret his respectable past, if he were ever
respectable, and it is equally certain that he had no craving for high
things in the way of tall hats and two-storey houses. He appreciated the
value of money, since it enabled him to gratify his tastes, but it must
be admitted his tastes were scandalous in the main.

However, at Banklands Nickie solicited work, laborious and painful work.
Moreover, he went to the job of his own free will, when sober and in his
right mind. This seemed to imply an awakening of conscience, a dawning
sense of his utter uselessness to the body politic, and a desire to
figure as a useful member of society. On the other hand, it may have been