“I will do so later, Reuben,” was the reply. “But this has nothing to do with the case on hand. You say you know nothing more, and that you feel sure those two strangers are the guilty parties?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And that Mr. Norton and Carney are also implicated?”
“I think so.”
“The boy is a rascal!” shouted my guardian. “He is—”
“Silence!” put in the squire. “I want no more interruptions from you.”
“Then I don’t want you to allow that boy—”
“Stop!” thundered Squire Slocum, who could get awfully mad at times. “Fuller,” he went on to one of the officers, “take this man to the jail.”
“To the jail!” cried Mr. Norton, falling back in astonishment. “What have I done?”