“Yis.”
“What for?”
“Th’ firrust charge wur fer bein’ droonk an’ disorderly, but thot came near not bein’ th’ wurrust av it. It wur thought he did something wurruse thin thot.”
Again the young Irishman looked all around, and his manner showed that he was fearful that other ears than those of Frank Merriwell should hear his words.
“There wur a murther in th’ case!” whispered Larry.
“A murder?” repeated Frank, growing interested.
“’Sh! Nivver a man spakes av it here in th’ place. Hicks were sane wid a marn in a tough parrut av th’ city. Th’ nixt marnin’ th’ marn wur found dead. He had been hit on th’ head wid a shtone, an’ his skull wur not hard enough to shtand th’ crack at all, at all.”
“And they suspected that Hicks did it?”
“Be aisy! be aisy! Th’ charge wur made against him.”
“But not proven?”