"Of course he must have, and Tom is shielding him, I'll wager. You don't s'pose he poisoned those horses; do you?"
"Well—er—Oh, of course not!"
"Then forget it. Things'll come out right sooner or later."
"Later, I'm afraid. And look at the damage that will be done in the meanwhile."
"Well, it can't be helped," and Bruce and Reddy strolled away, not altogether happy.
"Tom, old man!" exclaimed Jack, slipping his arm about his chum, "what's got into you, anyhow?"
"Nothing, Jack."
"Then why don't you come back at Heller and make him out the prevaricator he is?"
Tom did not answer.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" demanded Jack. "Are you going to keep quiet about that sweater?"