'Someone's bottomed a shicer to-night,' he said.
'What's the meaning of this?' asked Done.
'We've had a little visit from some damn scoundrel who thought we'd buried our gold here. Must 'a' taken us for a pair o' Johnnie-come-latelies.'
At that moment a shot rang out on the night air, and sounds of angry voices and scuffling came from the direction of the Peetrees' tent.
'By the Lord Harry, they've nabbed him!' said Mike. 'Come along!'
They found Con Peetree holding a man down with a persuasive revolver, while Harry, with a burning match sheltered in his palm, examined the captive.
'Cot him diggin' in our tent. He broke 'way, but I've winged him,' said
Harry.
'He gave us a look in, too,' said Mike.
'Lose any stuff?'
'Not a colour.'