There was no response to this call, and the father went downstairs into the storeroom to hunt up Bart.
"Nobody here. I'll go into the signal-tower," said Thomas; and up in the engine-room, looking soberly out of a window fronting the breakers on the bar, stood Bart.
"You here, Bart? What are you doing here?"
"Thinking," said the boy gloomily.
"What makes you so sober, Bart?"
"Don't like to have folks suspected."
"Neither do I. That old thing was found in our shed, but I don't know anything about it."
It relieved Bart to hear his father's stout assertion of innocence, but his burdens had not all dropped.
"You know they talk about Dave, father."
"Well, you don't believe it?"