Then a gentleman, the owner of ten shares, who had evidently been drinking, suggested in plain language that I had cheated the shareholders by issuing false reports.
I jumped up in a fury and, although he was twice my size, asked him to come and argue the question outside, whereon he promptly went away.

This incident excited a laugh, and then the whole truth came out.

A man with coloured blood in him stood up and told a story which was subsequently proved to be true.

Jacob had employed him to "salt" the mine by mixing a heavy sprinkling of gold in the gravel we had first washed (which the coloured man swore he did in innocence), and subsequently had defrauded him of his wages.

That was all.