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Authors: Hammond; Innes

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‘Did you ever meet McIlroy?' I asked. ‘I was told he came from Kalgoorlie.'

But Lenny shook his head. ‘I was just a kid at the time. My father knew him 'cos he worked at the Great Boulder. I remember him saying he always reckoned McIlroy would come to a sticky end – either that or he'd finish up a millionaire. A clerk, I think, he said, but a boss's man with a tongue that could turn iron pyrites into gold. Come to think of it, I did see him once – it was up at the mine and my Dad pointed him out to me getting into a flash English car. There's a man, he said, makes more money in a day playing the market than I make working my guts out underground in a whole year. But it was the car I was interested in – an M.G. sports it was, all white with a long bonnet and big headlights. Bloody silly, a car like that in Kal, but no doubt it served its purpose. He was a show-off and clever as a monkey.'

I had a picture now of the sort of man McIlroy was, but nothing about the copper deposit that had sent him to his death. All Lenny could tell me was what he'd read in the
Kalgoorlie Miner
, and that was pretty vague, for he was only twelve years old at the time. ‘It was the abos found the truck. They'd been walkabout – some corroboree – and by the time the police got wind of it the tracks were all obliterated. Nothing to show where he'd been or whether he'd found his Monster.'

I asked him if there'd been anything in the papers about McIlroy having an aborigine with him on the expedition, but he didn't know. ‘All I remember for sure is that the truck's back axle was broken, and that's only because I was getting interested in cars then. I don't recall anything about an abo.'

‘Then what's Walli talking about?'

‘Look,' he said, ‘yuh're new out here, ain't yuh, same as Phil. Well, put yourself in Wolli's place, half Australia fossicking around for minerals and this old story every bit as good as Lasseter's Reef. It's worth a few beers every time a stranger comes into the bar here and that's all he cares. He's short of money and he likes his booze, see. Nothing else to it. That's what I keep telling Phil – but there you are –' He shrugged and downed the rest of his beer.

I looked round for Westrop, but he was no longer beside me, and when I went to the hatch to order another round, I saw him in the main bar with Wolli.

Drinking there with the Grafton Downs boys, I was able to confirm what Andie had told me, that Westrop had only been at the tin mine a matter of two months and he'd come down from Darwin, straight out of hospital after his discharge, looking for a job. He knew nothing about mining, but he'd been a sapper and he could drive bulldozers. ‘It's open cast mining, see.'

A soldier, straight out of Vietnam with no knowledge of mining; it seemed odd that he should be so interested in Wolli. And that night visit to Golden Soak. ‘Are you sure he wasn't a prospector before he joined the Army?'

They laughed at that. ‘I tell yer, he don't know a dam' thing about mining.'

‘But he's got books. He's learning.'

‘Yuh don't learn about mining from books.'

‘But you can learn how to recognize a mountain of copper when you see one,' I said.

‘McIlroy's Monster!'

They were all laughing, their faces glistening in the lights. Somebody thrust another can of beer into my hand.

‘When did he become interested in McIlroy?' I asked.

They didn't know. It was just a joke to them. And then Lenny said quietly, ‘Funny thing, yuh asking that. He was interested in McIlroy right from the word go. Come to think of it, he knew about Wolli, too.'

‘And he came here immediately he was discharged?'

‘Yep.' The brown eyes in the mummified face was suddenly full of curiosity. ‘Straight out of hospital.'

‘Where's he from originally, d'you know?'

‘Sydney, so he says. Got his family there.'

‘He's married then?'

‘Wife an' two kids.' The brown eyes staring at me and both of us thinking the same thing. ‘Says he's come to work here so as he can grab himself enough to buy a house and a small business.' But I could see Lenny didn't believe that, any more than I did. ‘He's a rum'un, Phil is.'

‘D'you believe this story of Wolli's?' I asked him.

‘'Bout his father being with McIlroy?' He shook his head.

‘I dunno. Makes sense to take an abo along if you're headed beyond Disappointment. It's all desert there, or as near as makes no odds.'

‘And what about Golden Soak?' I asked. ‘Did you know he and Wolli broke into the mine last night?'

‘He was off sick yesterday. How would he get down to the Garrety place?'

‘He was driving a Toyota.'

‘The only person owns a Toyota around here is Prophecy.' He glanced quickly round the room, then shook his head. ‘Bloody fool!' he muttered. ‘That mine's dangerous.'

‘What was he after?'

He gave me a toothless grin. ‘What's any bloke after having a look at a derelict mine?'

‘Has he got enough money to buy it?'

‘'Course not. All he's got is his pension and whatever they give 'im for his leg when he got his discharge. Even a dud mine like Golden Soak's worth more'n that these days.'

‘Then what was he doing there?'

A hand gripped me by the shoulder and I spun round to find Westrop there, the sweat damp on his face and his eyes blazing. ‘Yuh want to ask questions about me, ask them to my face. Got it?' He'd had a lot of beer by then. So had I. We all had.

‘All right,' I said. ‘What was it you were looking for last night?'

‘Yuh really wanter know?' His voice was loud and truculent. ‘I was looking for McIlroy.' He laughed and the others laughed with him. But facing him as I was, I knew he wasn't being funny. He was deadly serious. ‘Yuh go back to your pal Garrety – tell 'im wot I said. He'll laugh.' His face was close to mine, his eyes reflecting an emotion I didn't understand and his body trembling so that I could feel it through the hand still gripping my shoulder. ‘He'll laugh himself sick.' The pressure of his hand increased and suddenly he was shaking me. ‘Yuh go back there and tell'im. See wot he says.' And then he was shouting at me, ‘Yuh Pommies – yuh're got a nerve, yuh bastards have. Yuh don't give a bugger for this country, but soon as we start striking it rich, then yuh're put here like a swarm of locusts.' His fist was bunched, the sweat on his face shining, and I stood there, waiting, feeling isolated. And then suddenly his mood changed and he let go of me. ‘Yuh mind your business, I'll mind mine.' He was relaxed now, smiling and clapping me on the shoulder, and then he turned and ordered another round.

They left shortly afterwards, and I went with them, glad of the chance of a lift to Lynn Peak. They were going there for a meal. At least that's what they said, and I was sucker enough to believe them, anxious now to be on my way to Kalgoorlie.

TWO

There were no trees where they dumped me, just the dark outline of low hills and stars brilliant in the still, arid air. There was a big anthill close by – magnetic ants, the pointed side facing north. I sat down with my back against it, still hearing their drunken laugher as they dropped me over the side on to the edge of the Highway and Westrop saying, ‘Just keep going south an' you'll arrive at Kalgoorlie an' don't let me set eyes on yuh again.' Somebody – Lenny, I think – had had the decency to dump my suitcase on the gravel beside me, and then the Chev roared off up the side track to Grafton Downs, the red tail lights and their laughter fading in the distance until they were lost behind the dark shoulder of a hill and I was alone with only the silence of the night for company.

I closed my eyes, a little sobered now, but still feeling sore at being made to look such a fool, cursing all Australians for their crude sense of humour. And thinking about it there in the stillness, remembering the violence in Westrop's voice, the trembling of his hand on my shoulder, I wasn't at all sure he had meant it as a joke. More like a warning, it seemed.

I was still thinking about that, my back against the hard-baked surface of the anthill, when the lights of a vehicle appeared over a rise, coming from the direction of Nullagine. It was already slowing down, the headlights catching me in their glare as I stood waiting beside the road. It was a Toyota and when it stopped Prophecy put her head out of the window. ‘I came into the bar just as you were driving off with those jokers. Thought I'd better come and pick you up.' She was grinning as though she, too, saw the humour of it.

‘Thanks,' I said and retrieved my suitcase. Then, as I got in beside her, she said, ‘I got a full tank.' She was watching me, her eyes gleaming black in the dashboard light. ‘Yuh ever been down Golden Soak?'

I shook my head.

‘Well, now's your chance to have a dekko before Phil Westrop. After all the questions you bin asking, he'll be down there at the weekend for sure and Ed'll have a fight on his hands if he tries to run him off the property again.'

I didn't know whether it was the thought that Ed Garrety might get hurt or whether it was simply that Prophecy infected me with her own curiosity, but I said okay and we started driving south. ‘How do you think I'm going to get down the shaft?' I asked. But she had rope, torches, a miner's helmet, everything we'd need in the back. She always carried them, she said. And then we were talking about Westrop and what it was he was after. But it seemed she knew no more than I did. ‘Looking for McIlroy,' she said. ‘That's a bloody odd thing for him to say.' But she'd no idea why he'd said it and the noise and the heat of the truck made talking very tiring. With all the beer I'd drunk, my head began to nod and soon I was asleep. Even the jolts as we crossed the creek beds didn't waken me.

It was almost two when we reached the turn-off to Jarra Jarra and at Prophecy's suggestion I took over the driving. I had to concentrate then, for in places the track was difficult to follow and in the hill country there were the gullies to watch for. It was still dark when we came to the paddock fence and I felt like a thief in the night coming back to Jarra Jarra uninvited in a borrowed truck with a woman like Prophecy lolling in a whisky-loaded daze in the seat beside me. I saw the outline of The Governor humped against the stars, and then I had crossed the Mt Newman track and was on to the back trail that led down to Golden Soak.

The first pale light of dawn was seeping into the sky behind us as I turned the red outcrop and saw the chimney thin as a pencil above the rusted mine buildings. I was driving without lights then, feeling my way, with Prophecy awake and sitting bolt upright. I stopped by the mine office, switched the engine off and got out. There was no wind, everything still and very quiet. The dawn was brightening, a thin line to the east, and I stood there on the threshold of the day, listening. Prophecy joined me, a hag in the pallid light, her eyes gummed and her blown hair dry as furze. No jingle of a bit, no exhaust blown whisper of an engine – no sound except the soundless promise of heat to come. ‘Yuh expecting somebody?' Prophecy asked.

‘No.' The gully closed around us. Dark now, no sign of the dawn and the place eerie in the headlights, a gaping mouth with quartz like ivory molars showing through the earth's red gums. I reached the old mineworkings, and where they'd once loaded the tip trucks, I was able to back and turn so that the Toyota faced downhill. I switched off the engine and sat there for a moment, listening.

‘Wot's s'matter-scared?'

Her face was a dark blur, her voice a little sharper.

‘Perhaps,' I said, thinking of Ed Garrety and his father and the dead miners.
Bad spirits all longa that mine
. A cold shiver ran through me, though it was hot as an oven here with the day's heat trapped by the rocks. Hard gnarled fingers touched my bare arms. ‘Yuh goin' down?'

‘That was the idea.'

I saw the dark shape of her head nod. ‘Just be careful, that's all.' The fingers were stroking my arm, a caressing touch. ‘Ed's never been down. He told me that once. Nobody's been down since it was closed.'

She took her hand away and reached into the back, passing me the miner's helmet with its lamp and the battery attached to a belt. She had a geological hammer, too, and a haversack for rock samples. We also took a coil of nylon rope with us and a powerful hand torch. Then, as we started up, picking our way round the black gaping holes of the early workings, she gave me the lay-out of the mine as near as she could remember it from listening to old-timers in the bar. There were four levels at approximately one hundred feet intervals, the lowest, at four hundred feet, being the one that had been flooded following the cave-in. The reef itself more or less followed the fault line that had formed the gully. It was between four and eight feet wide and went down at a fairly steep angle, about 40° she thought. At the eastern end it petered out. At the western end it was badly faulted, and it was at this end that the cave-in had occurred.

‘And nobody's been down since then?'

‘Not as far's I know.' She was short of breath now, her voice wheezing.

‘Too dangerous, is that it?'

She turned her head and looked at me. ‘Want to go back?'

‘What about the ladders? There are ladders in the main shaft, aren't there?'

‘That's how the survivors got out.'

‘But that was thirty years ago. They'll all be rotten by now.'

‘Wood don't rot so easy in this climate.'

We reached the rock outcrops and the beam of the torch picked out the heavy boarding of the door, new screws gleaming bright against the rusted metal of the bolt. The piece of timber Garrety had jammed across the entrance the previous night lay discarded on the ground. Some time during the day he had been back and secured the door. But with a screwdriver from the truck's tool kit it was a simple job to release the bolt, and then we were inside the mountain, walking along the adit tunnel, which was just wide enough to take the tip trucks. The walls were rock, a brownish red colour and soft enough to show the marks of the miners' picks. Red dust covered the tramlines scuffed by the feet of last night's intruders, the air warm and slightly humid, a musty smell.

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