Hardy, Mc Knight, lend a hand here.' 'No good,' said Dick, 'it's gone .-- it's stolen.

I put it right here, coverin' it with this flat junk an' a lot o' small stuff.

I know--I know quite well.' Harry and McKnight went into the shaft with shovels, and turned over the dirt stowed there to the depth of two feet, but the bag was gone.
'Show a light here,' Downy said suddenly, looking up at Dick from the slab on which he was seated above the two workers.

He took the candle and examined the edge of the slab closely.
'You said the bag containing the stolen gold was made of hide.' 'Yes,' said the boy, 'green hide--just a calfskin bag, with the hair on.' 'Humph! Then here is proof that part of your story is true anyhow.' He held up a little tuft of reddish hair.
'Rogers had a skin bag, a red-an'-white one.

Used to use it fer haulin' in the shallow alluvial at Eel Creek.