See here, they were huntin' that kid when they went into the quarry.

He must 'a' hid somewhere about when he heard them comin'; p'raps in that very tree.

Then he dragged the gold away before we got back, an' hid it.

That's my idea.' 'An' d'ye think he saw us ?' 'I don't.

He'd 'a' split at once.' 'Well, well, an' what'll you do ?' 'Collar young Haddon, an' frighten the truth out o' him or break every bone in his cursed skin.' 'But he'd know then, you fool.' 'Will he?
I'll take all sorts o' care he doesn't know me, you can take your colonial oath on that.' 'An' if you get the gold back, no dirty tricks.