"But we must not lose sight of the fact that Sube has told the truth," Mrs. Cane reminded him from time to time.
"Don't keep harping on that all the while," growled her irate husband. "He's told the truth all right; but it's a pity he couldn't have begun to tell it a little sooner."
After a few more turns up and down the room Mr. Cane came to a stop before his son.
"Are you perfectly certain there hasn't been some mistake about this?" he asked desperately. "Are you perfectly certain that the tree came from the Harger lot?"
Sube hesitated. "Well, I ain't sure," he admitted finally. "It was pretty dark."
"Let's be thankful for that!" exclaimed his father fervently.
"But she is," Sube added after a moment.
"What do you mean by that?" asked his father suspiciously.
"Why, I mean that I didn't know whose lot it was; but she went up there this afternoon and found one of her trees gone—"
"Yes, but somebody else might have taken it! You say you are not certain which lot you took it from."