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He looked curiously at me, and seemed to wonder how I happened to be on such good terms with his horse. "What's the news up to Torrentville?" I asked. "Nothing particular, as I know of," he replied, looking hard at me. "Is Captain Fishley there now?" "Yes." "How's Ham?" "First rate." "How long have you driven the mail team?" "Going on three weeks.
"I have been talking with the post-office detective, who appears to be a very fair man. He says a valuable letter, which failed to reach its owner, has been traced to this office since you went away. Of course you could not have taken that." "Nor the other." We left the jail and went to the hotel in Torrentville, where we met the detective.
The name he bore must not be tainted even by the appearance of a crime. He had been an honest man; his father had been an honest man; and he would rather have his brother sunk in the deepest depths of the Mississippi than that the stigma of a crime should be fastened upon him. I was awed and abashed by the dignity of his bearing and his speech. "Buck, dare you go back to Torrentville?" he asked.
Flora went to her chamber to prepare for her departure, and I hastened to make my arrangements. The die was cast! I was going immediately. Before the morning sun rose, Flora and I, borne by the swift current of the river, would be far away from Torrentville. My plans were all formed.
I will not permit them to think you are guilty, unless you are so. If you are guilty, you are no brother of mine." "I am not guilty," I protested. "Then you must prove it." "I can't prove it." "Are you willing to take your oath before God, in court, that you saw Ham Fishley take the money and burn the letter?" "I am." "Very well. Then you shall go to Torrentville, and face your accusers."
If there had been no cloud hanging over me, I should have been very happy in the bright prospect before me; but I hoped, when we arrived at Torrentville, that Squire Fishley would find a way to extricate me from my dilemma. "Buck," said Clarence to me, on the day before we started, "you begin life under brighter auspices than I did. Mr.
We breakfasted with our friends, and as my examination before the magistrate was to take place at ten o'clock, the whole party started for Torrentville immediately. Sim Gwynn had some doubts about going up to Torrentville, and said "Hookie" with more than usual emphasis, when the thing was proposed to him; but Mr. Goodridge promised to save him from Barkspear's wrath, and he consented to go.
"I should only be thrown into jail if I went." "No matter for that. Dare you trust to your own integrity for the final result?" "I can't bring the gentleman into court to say that he gave me the money, which is the only thing against me." "Have you told the person how you are situated, and of the charge against you?" "No, I haven't seen him. He lives a hundred miles from Torrentville."
Captain Fishley he had been an officer in the militia in some eastern state, and his title had gone west with him kept the principal store in the place, and was the postmaster. My father had moved from the State of New York to Torrentville when I was eight years old, and soon after the death of my mother. He had three children, Clarence, Flora, and myself.
I know that he was very indignant at the treatment which the Fishleys had bestowed upon Flora and me; but he seemed to believe that I had exaggerated it, and that I had fled from Torrentville solely to escape the consequences of robbing the mail. He was not satisfied with my conduct, and declared that my character must be cleared from all suspicion.
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