'They found gold in a little box-place made in the heel of one of his workin' boots.'
'A boot that was always left in the boiler-house when he was off work.
'He had sold coarse water-worn gold to a Jew at Yarraman.'
'Yes, I know, I know. Got, he said, fossicking down the creek where nobody had ever won anything but fine gold before. Whoever put that gold in his crib bag an' faked his boot-heel salted Frank's puddling-tub. It was easy done. He on'y worked there now'n again when on night or afternoon shift, an' it was open to anyone. It was salted with Silver Stream gold by some double-damned cunning scoundrel.'
'We know it, Harry, and we have to prove it. To do that we must have all our wits about us.'
'Yes, mother, we must; but if that man ever is found I hope I may have the handling of him. Dick!' said the young man, turning suddenly.
Dick came forward somewhat diffidently, like a detected criminal.
'You know all about this business, eh?'
The boy nodded his head solemnly.
'Who do you think worked that dirty trick on my brother?' asked Harry gravely.