'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. It's halves, you know—fair halves!'
'Yes, an' haven't you always got your share all fair an' square? An' what' ye you ever done fer it but whimper an' cant an' snuffle, like the cur you are?'
'I was goin' to give it up after this,' whined Shine, disregarding Joe's outburst, 'an' get married again, an' live God-fearin' an' respectable.'
Rogers glared at him in the darkness, and laughed in an ugly way.