You seem to have forgotten: my memory is a better one than yours, and I'm not likely to forget the day I tramped back to the claim in that God-forsaken Australian hole to find that you'd discovered the gold while I'd been on the trail to raise food and money--discovered it and sold out--and cleared out!" His eyes flashed redly and his mouth twitched as his teeth almost met in the choice Havana.
Sir Stephen threw out his hand.
"I heard you were dead," he said, hoarsely.

"I heard that you had died in a street row--in Melbourne." Falconer's heavy face was distorted by a sneer.
"Yes?
Of course, I don't believe you: who would ?" "As Heaven is my witness--!" exclaimed Sir Stephen; but Falconer went on: "You didn't wait to see if it were true or not; you cleared out before I'd time to get back, and you took precious good care not to make enquiries.

No; directly your partner's back was turned you--sold him; got the price and levanted." Sir Stephen paced up and done, his hands clenched behind him; his fine leonine head bent; then he stopped in front of the chair, and frowned down into the scowling face.
"Falconer, you wrong me--it was not so bad, so black as it looked.

It's true I sold the claim; but I swear that I intended saving half for you.
But news was brought in that you were dead--a man said that he had seen you fall, that you were dead and buried.

I had to leave the camp the night the money was paid: it would not have been safe to remain: you know what the place was, and that the man who was known to have money carried his life in his hand.