“I know he is, and I’ll clear him. Just leave it to me.”
“Why, how will you do that?” she doubtfully asked.
“Think I’ve got my eye on the chap that’s been goin’ through Mr. Leonard. Got the trap set. Think I’ll catch an old fox in a tight trap.”
“Is that so, Will?” Miss Arlington eagerly asked. “Whom do you suspect?”
“Never mind now,” was Will’s mysterious answer. “There’s more than one in it. Been spotting them for some time. Bet I bring them up with a half-hitch.”
“Does Mr. Leonard know of your suspicions?”
“Not he. Nor nobody else ’cept Willful Will. That’s not the way I carry on bizness. When I take a job in hand I don’t want no pards. I know they’ve got a notion that I’m mixed in it myself, and I know who set up that job. If I don’t prove him a liar, it’s queer.”
“You, Will? They don’t suspect you of being leagued with the robbers?”
“Think they do, but they’ve got the wrong cow by the horns. Don’t you worry about John Elkton. There won’t no harm come to him. Anyhow, I’m goin’ to take him out of jail, or it’ll be queer.”
“I hope you may be able,” she said, seriously. Will’s confident manner gave her hope despite her better judgment.