Instantly he turned out the light in the office. Then opening the door to the hall he listened attentively.
He was right; some one was moving cautiously about the kitchen.
Moving back to his desk the squire secured his pistol and also a club.
When he came out into the hall on tiptoe he heard the would-be burglar moving around the dining-room.
Presently the fellow struck a light, which he set on the table.
Then he began an examination of the silverware on the sideboard.
By the light the squire got a good look at the would-be burglar. He was astonished beyond measure.
“Hank Griswold!” he muttered, half-aloud.
The man whose name he mentioned had formerly been a tavern-keeper in Hopsville.
But he had been sent to jail for robbing and beating a drunken man. His discharge had taken place but two weeks before.