"It [?] in the early '60s at the mines. I [?] a young man then, hot-blooded and ready to try anything new. I [?] some bad friends, [?] drinking, [?] no luck in finding gold. So I [?] the mines and [?] what you call here a gangster -robber on the roads. There [?] six of us and we [?] a wild, free life, robbing a sheep station sometimes or stopping the carriages on the road [?] the mines. Black Jack of Ballarat [?] the name I [?] and in Australia people still remember our group as the Ballarat Boys. One day, a carriage was carrying gold Ballarat to Melbourne, so we [?] beside the road and [?] it by surprise. There [?] six guards on horses and six of us, so we nearly [?] the fight. But we [?] four of them within a few minutes. They [?] three of our boys before we [?] our hands on the gold. I [?] my gun to the head of the driver, [?] was this same man, McCarthy. I [?] to shoot him but decided [?] let him go. I still remember [?] greedy little eyes looking hard [?] my face. He planned to remember me. We [?] away with the gold and [?] rich men. I [?] my old friends and [?] my way back [?] England.