“When?”
“Some time within the past two hours.”
“How was it accomplished?”
“Broke three of the iron bars out of the window, and climbed the wall into Dr. Sand’s garden.”
“Have you any idea where the man has gone to?”
“No, sir.”
In a few minutes the bell over the village hall was rung, the news was spread that Mr. Norton had escaped, and a reward of fifty dollars was offered for his capture.
“I take it that he is guilty,” said Mr. Markham, as we stood in the squire’s office. “It is rather rough on you, Stone, but that is what I think.”
“I think so myself, sir,” I replied. “But, Mr. Markham, allow me to thank you for your kindness in going my bail. I didn’t expect it. Aren’t you afraid I will run away?”