The man
that had a-holt of me
was very good to me, and kept saying he had a boy
about as big as me that died last year, and he was
sorry to see a boy in such a dangerous fix; and when
they was all took by surprise by finding the gold, and
made a rush for the
coffin, he lets go of me and whispers,
'Heel it now, or they'll hang ye, sure!' and I
lit out.