“So am I,” said Mr. Bradlaugh.
“What’s got you on the hip?” inquired the deputy.
“Lenning. I could have taken my oath that he was one of those who had tried to steal the bullion.”
“That’s what I was turnin’ over in my mind, Mr. Bradlaugh. Merriwell had sized the fellow up a whole lot better than any of the rest of us.”
“He had faith in him all the time.”
“There was one spell,” laughed Merry, “when you fellows came pretty near arguing me over to your way of thinking. But I’m glad I hung on. Lenning hasn’t many friends—and he needs a lot of good ones.”
“He has one good one,” said Hawkins, “and that’s a cinch.”
“And he has more friends now,” remarked Mr. Bradlaugh, “than he had a few hours ago.”