IV—The Gambler’s Choice.After a good shave and dusting my clothes and making myself as respectable-looking as possible I set off about noon at a smart pace down the mountain side.
I had put away my fears, and it was just in my mind that I was setting forth upon some new adventure. I had steeled myself to expect the worst, and therefore, if anything but the worst happened was prepared to return thanks and be truly grateful. But at the same time I was determining that the worst should not happen, and with every ounce of resource in me, was prepared to meet every move of my enemies with a better one.
The first thing, I told myself, was to establish an alibi. It must never be able to be proved that I had been upon the Port Augusta—Port Lincoln track at all. I must double back to Adelaide som
