“I’m your hoss,” was Will’s sententious answer.
There was no one in the street just then. The shed came down nearly to the fence. In a second more they were stretched flat on the low shed.
Joe crept to the window and looked in.
“What luck!” whispered Will, as his companion dropped his head.
“Bully!” replied Joe, in a like tone. “The whole four are in, and Joe Prime with them. Jist worm up this way, and take a squint.”
CHAPTER XVII.
GUARDIAN AND WARD.
Jennie Arlington’s sorrow had worn off, and had been replaced by a sentiment of anger and bitterness of spirit. That a man like John Elkton should be seized as a common felon, a man of the purest character and unstained reputation, to be thrown into prison on a bare suspicion, seemed an utter outrage.
She was in no mood to appreciate the reasons for this arrest, or to consider the very dubious position in which his refusal to explain placed him. She was angry with her guardian, with the officer, with Mr. Wilson, with every party concerned. Even the unoffending bow shared in this resentment. She would have taken it from her dressing-table and trampled it under foot, but on looking for it, it was gone.
This discovery increased her resentment. Mr. Leonard, then, had entered her room, possessed himself of her lover’s last gift to her, and intended to use it with the hope of convicting him of robbery.