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We live in Darbyville, along with my uncle, who married the Widow Canby, and my sister Kate. Holland & Mack have recovered all that was stolen from them. They were profuse in their apologies to my father, and offered him a good situation, which he declined. We are all happy especially Kate and I. During off hours we are all but inseparable.
After consulting a time table printed in the Darbyville Record, we found we could catch a train for that city at 8.25 from Newville the next morning, and this we decided to take. Having settled this matter, we returned again to the discussion of the incidents surrounding the robbery, and what would probably be the next movements of those fighting against me.
Parsons, take him away." "I shall see you later," whispered Mr. Woodward in my ear as the constable hurried me off. The next instant we were on the street. Arrests in Darbyville were rare, and by the time we reached the jail we had a goodly following of boys and idle men, all anxious to know what was up. "He stole the Widow Canby's money," I heard one man whisper, to which another replied:
"Where did you lose the money?" he asked at length. "How do I know? If I did, don't you suppose I'd go back and pick it up?" "I thought perhaps you were afraid of discovery." "Humph! I'm not skeered of any such constables as they have in Darbyville." "But you must have some idea where you dropped it," went on Mr.
It would have been bad enough to have had it taken when the Widow Canby was at home, but it had been stolen when left in my charge, and that was enough to make me turn Darbyville district up side down before letting the matter drop. Besides, there was still another important factor in the case.
My uncle procured our tickets and also checked the basket of delicacies the Widow Canby had prepared. "Remember me to Mr. Strong," said the widow, as we boarded the train. "Tell him I don't believe he's guilty, and perhaps other people in Darbyville won't think so either before long." A moment later and we were off. Kate and Uncle Enos occupied one seat, and I sat directly behind them.
Would it be advisable for me to remain or had I better get out? To retire precipitately might not be "good form," but it might save me a deal of trouble. I had had one "round" with the merchant in his mansion in Darbyville, and I was not particularly anxious for another encounter. I was but a boy, and between the two men they might carry "too many guns" for me.
"You had better help me take him back to Darbyville jail," responded the merchant. John Stumpy gave a smile of triumph. As for myself, I stood aghast. Mr. Aaron Woodward had committed deliberate perjury, or at least, something that amounted to the same thing.
"It's the worst affair I ever got into." "Ditto myself," responded Pultzer. "And if we get out without being caught, you'll never find me in another such," continued the other earnestly. "I wonder what Dunc's father will say when he hears of it?" "And all the rest of the Darbyville people? Of course they've got to lay it to some one."
"I suppose so." "She may blame you, Roger. You see if it was anybody else, it would be different. But being as it's you, why " "I know what you mean," I returned bitterly. "No one in Darbyville believes I can be honest." "I ain't saying nothing against you, Roger," returned Parsons, hastily. "I reckon you ain't no worse than any other boy. But you know what public sentiment is."
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