"We are going to hand you over to the police," answered Snap. "It is no more than you deserve."
"I didn't mean no harm,—indeed, I didn't!
"I suppose you think it no harm to steal!" said Shep, sarcastically.
"I wasn't stealing your things."
"You were!"
"No, I wasn't. I was—er—only going to hide 'em on you."
"You went a mighty long way to do it," said Snap, coldly. "Where were you going to hide them, at the second-hand shop or the pawn-broker's?"
"I'm telling the plain truth. Why, I never stole a thing in my life!" exclaimed Kiddy Leech.
"Not even when you ran away from our camp that first time," said the doctor's son. "How can you expect us to believe you? It is a waste of breath on your part."
"If I can prove that it wasn't my doings—that is—that I am not the responsible party, will you let me go?" demanded Kiddy Leech, eagerly.