“I ain’t got a cent to my name, squire.”
“I can’t help that.”
Suddenly a thought flashed over Squire Dobb’s mind.
“Griswold, step into my office.”
“Don’t lock me up, squire.”
“I won’t—if you will do as I wish you to.”
“I’ll do anything you say, only don’t arrest me again.”
“Step into the office, and see to it that you don’t wake up the whole household.”
Hank Griswold complied. The squire followed him, still, however, keeping his pistol ready for use.
But when the office was reached, and the door shut, Nathan Dobb’s manner changed. He took Griswold’s hand.