Moran and Daly knew about this, and they were dead on for sticking up the place and getting hold of the gold.
He didn't like the look of Moran and Wall--they were a deal too quiet for him, and he could read men's faces like a book.
We began to think at last that we had got in for a hot thing, and that we should have to drop it like Moran's mob at Kadombla.
Just then Moran and Wall managed to find their way into the other side of the house, and they came tearing into the hall like a pair of colts. They looked rather queer when they saw us three and no one else.