“Didn’t think what of me?”
“That you would turn thief.”
“I haven’t done so.”
“Oh, come, it won’t do to deny this.”
“You say my nephew has turned thief?” put in Mr. Norton, pressing forward.
“Are you this boy’s uncle?” asked President Webster.
“Yes; and his guardian too.”
“It’s a pity you wouldn’t guard him better,” sneered the big man from Bayport.
“What has he stolen?” asked my guardian, with apparent deep concern.