“England? Return of hero to his native land after many long years. They can’t dun you for bills after seven years, can they, Jimmy?”

“I don’t think so. Well, are you on for hearing more about it?”

“I’m on all right. The thing that worries me is why you’re not taking it on yourself.”

“I’ll tell you. I’m after gold, Anthony⁠—far up in the interior.”

Anthony whistled and looked at him.

“You’ve always been after gold, Jimmy, ever since I knew you. It’s your weak spot⁠—your own particular little hobby. You’ve followed up more wildcat trails than anyone I know.”

“And in the end I’ll strike it. You’ll see.”

“Well, everyone his own hobby. Mine’s rows, yours is gold.”