We know Frank's not guilty, because--because we're fond of him'-- here the little widow wiped her eyes, and her voice trembled--' an' know him better than others, but the case was black against him.
Frank came straight up from below and into the searcher's shed, an' Shine found the gold in his crib bag, which was rolled up, an' forced under the handle of his billy.' 'Where it'd been for half the shift, the billy hanging in a dark drive where any man below might 'a 'got at it.' 'They found gold in a little box-place made in the heel of one of his workin' boots.' 'A boot that was always left in the boiler-house when he was off work.
'He had sold coarse water-worn gold to a Jew at Yarraman.' 'Yes, I know, I know.

Got, he said, fossicking down the creek where nobody had ever won anything but fine gold before.

Whoever put that gold in his crib bag an' faked his boot-heel salted Frank's puddling-tub.

It was easy done.

He on'y worked there now'n again when on night or afternoon shift, an' it was open to anyone.