He shook his head.
“I daren't,” he whispered. “They're looking for me now. I must hide—hide all the time!”
“Who are looking for you?” she asked.
“Don't you know? Mr. Walsh and his wife! They have come over after me!”
“Why?”
“Didn't you know,” he muttered, “that I am a thief?”
She shook her head.
“No, I certainly didn't. I'm very sorry!”
He nodded his head vigorously a great many times.
“Won't you tell me about it?” she asked. “Was it anything very bad?”