"Well, you can blame yourself, too," said Jimmy doggedly. "Your damned extravagance is responsible for the whole business, and, if the truth ever does come out, you won't escape—that you can gamble on!"
"My mother doesn't want to escape," retorted Tod angrily, "we are both willing to pay the penalty for our association with you."
"Why—what are you going to do?" demanded Jimmy, in alarm.
"Going to do?" echoed Tod. "What else is there to do but tell Mr. Ricaby what you have just told us?"
"Tell—Ricaby—you fool, do you know what he'll do?"
"Yes," replied the young man dryly. "He will probably have you and Cooley indicted for conspiracy."
"He'll have us all indicted," exclaimed the other. "Do you think you can share the spoils without being associated with the crime?"
"You—you wretch!" cried Mrs. Marsh. "Do you mean that we are your accomplices?"
"No, I don't mean that, Amelia," said Jimmy half-apologetically. "I—I've had no sleep for forty-eight hours, and I don't know what I'm saying. But it was all for your sake—every bit of it! You can't make me take that back—for your sake——"
Sitting down, he covered his face with his hands. Tod went up to his mother.