Go home, like honest men, and get some honester work than comin' up here thinkin' you kin find Mr.Kidd's money.

Don't believe in Mr.Kidd--I don't!" The woman kept swinging her broom as she spoke.

Then the two children ventured back and peered from behind her skirts at the strangers.

"Don't believe he had any money, anyhow.

If he had he was a mighty fool to come up here and bury it.
People round here would 'a stole every dollar on it long ago.