There and then we packed it in an empty biscuit tin and buried it under a rock, Will and I keeping watch while Fred did the digging and covering up.
It was too likely that Schillingschen would come back in the night and try to steal it for any of us to care about keeping it on his person.
It was too late to look far and wide for him that evening.

A hunter such as he could have lain unseen in the dark with us almost stepping on him.

Gone was all appetite for supper! We nibbled, and swore, and smoked--locked up the whisky--defied either Brown or Coutlass to try to break the boxes open--and arranged to take turns on sentry-go all that night, Will, Fred, and I--declining very pointedly offers by the other two to have their part in keeping watch.

In spite of lack of evidence we suspected Coutlass; and we knew no particular reason for having confidence in Brown..