'See here,' Jack said, elbowing the Ordinary out of the way. He was on the ground below the cart, neck craned to look far up at Jack Ketch, who was slinging John Cole's neck-rope over the beam with a graceful straight-armed hooking movement. 'If you've got hidden treasure, why didn't you give it to him?' And he nodded at Jack Ketch, who was now peering down curiously at Jack Shaftoe through the slits in his hood.