Before Henry could finish he saw Prent push his way forward and catch the English officer of the guard by the arm.
“That’s the man!” he bawled. “That’s the rascal! Look out, I think he’s a desperate fellow!”
“Is this the man you saw sneaking around?” demanded the officer.
“The same, sir.”
“If that’s the case, we’ve caught you red-handed, fellow.”
“Caught me?” faltered Henry. He was so amazed he could scarcely speak.
“Does it not look like it?”
“But I am no thief.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I came down after that man”—pointing to Prent.