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"Do you wish to see me?" Trove inquired. "Yes my name is Spinnel. I am connected with the bank of Hillsborough. Your name is Trove Sidney Trove?" "Yes, sir." "You deposited three thousand dollars today?" "I did." "Well, I've come to see you and ask a few questions. I've no authority, and you can do as you like about answering."
"But come, let's keep the horses warm." They led them and, walking slowly, Trove told of his night in the sugar-bush. Something in the manner of Spinnel slowed his feet and words. The story was finished. They stopped, turning face to face. "It's grossly improbable," Trove suggested thoughtfully. "Well, it ain't the kind o' thing that happens every day or two," said the other.
"If you're innocent, you won't mind my looking you over a little to see if you have wounds or weapons. Understand, I've no authority, but if you wish, I'll do it." "Glad to have you. Here's a hunting-knife, and a flint, and some bird shot," Trove answered, as he began to empty his pockets. Spinnel examined the hunting-knife and looked carefully at each pocket.
He sat long with them under the pine trees, and for the first time they saw and felt his strength and were as children before it. "It's all a school," said he, calmly. It's full of rather tough problems, but I'm not going to flunk or fail in it." The Spider Snares Trove and Spinnel were in Hillsborough soon after sunrise the morning of that memorable day.
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