That was on a Saturday, and the waggon came to a stand until they could clear a way for it.

I was there, Robert, and I saw my chance.
I strolled behind the waggon, and I placed my hands upon one of those packets.

They look small, do they not?
It would take a strong man to lift one.

They are heavy, Robert, heavy, and hard with the hardness of metal.

I tell you, boy, that that waggon is loaded with gold." "Gold!" "With solid bars of gold, Robert.