I cannot help him now.' She sank back upon a chair and followed her father's movements with tearless, hopeless eyes.
'Rogers is a liar!' muttered Shine.

'A liar he is, an' he'd rob me; but I'll beat him.

It's hid down here, down among the rocks.

The gold is mine, mine, mine!' His voice rose to a thin scream and he beat fiercely upon the boards with his bony hand.
'He has been ill ever since Rogers was taken, but he only took this turn this evening.

Oh! I tried hard to help him; I tried hard! He is my father.