Whatever their connection with George Bertram or Gideon Hayle may have been, they were not going to commit themselves.

When they had inquired as to his movements after leaving Bhamo, they dropped the subject altogether, and thanking the officers for the courtesy shown them, withdrew.
Their manifest destitution, and the misery they had suffered, had touched the kindly white residents of that far off place, and a subscription was raised for them, resulting in the collection of an amount sufficient to enable them to reach Rangoon in comparative comfort.

When they arrived at that well-known seaport, they visited the residence of a person with whom it was plain they were well acquainted.
The interview was presumably satisfactory on both sides, for when they left the house Kitwater squeezed Codd's hand, saying as he did so-- "We'll have him yet, Coddy, my boy, mark my words, we'll have him yet.
He left in the _Jemadar_, and he thinks we are lying dead in the jungle at this moment.

It's scarcely his fault that we are not, is it?
But when we get hold of him, we'll--well, we'll let him see what we can do, won't we, old boy?
He stole the treasure and sneaked away, abandoning us to our fate.

In consequence I shall never see the light again; and you'll never speak to mortal man.