Davey bent down and grabbed hold of the collar of Jack's coat and used it to half-lift the man to his feet. It'd be easier to get at the pockets from there. He frowned when he found nothing in the first left pocket he tried, an outside one, but when he got what he wanted in an inside one he let go of the man. "Good lad."
He held out the cloth purse he found to Harry. "Here you go, boss." And waited to see if there was anything else he needed to add to the interest. Depended on how much was in that purse, he supposed.