“And this is mine,” says James.
“And where do I come in?” says poor Caspar. But nobody thought of him because he was so simple.
Just then came along a company of soldiers—tramp! tramp! tramp!—and there they found them all sharing the money between them, except Caspar.
“Hi!” says the captain, “here are a lot of thieves, and no mistake!” and off he marched them to the king’s house, which was finer than any in our town, and as big as a church into the bargain.
And how had they come by all that money? that was what the king would like to know.
As for the three rogues, they sang a different tune now than they had whistled before.
“It’s none of mine, it’s his,” said the landlord, and he pointed to John.
“It’s none of mine, it’s his,” said John, and he pointed to James.
“It’s none of mine, it’s his,” said James, and he pointed to Caspar.
“And how did you get it?” says the king.