“How did he expose you?”
“He saw me do it.”
“Do what?”
“Blow up the fort-hotel. Oh, what a base villain he was to look on!” groaned the wild man, and suddenly commenced to weep.
“What is—the—er—man talking about?” stammered Job Haskers, and all saw him turn pale.
“He says you saw him blow up Sparr’s place,” said Dave, pointedly.
“It is false, absurd!” said the teacher. “I—er—I never saw the rascal before.”
“He isn’t a rascal, Mr. Haskers. He is simply out of his mind,” remonstrated Mr. Dale. “He is not accountable for his actions.”
“Well, he ought not to say such things,” returned the dictatorial teacher.
“You saw me—you know you did!” cried Wilbur Poole. “You spoiled everything! I might have blown up many forts if it hadn’t been for you!” And he shook his head dolefully.