“I certainly do.”
“I can prove it to be true, sir,” returned Mr. Markham with energy.
“How?”
Mr. Norton asked the question coolly, and I saw that the city gentleman was nonplused.
“We will see later,” he returned, and then spoke to the judge in a low tone.
“I am Enos Norton, and this boy’s uncle,” went on my pretended guardian. “This man and the boy, who is a bad egg, have hatched up this scheme against me.”
“We will find out the truth of the matter at the trial, or before,” said Judge Green. “In the meanwhile, Oldman, remove the prisoners, and see to it that neither of them gets away. You, Stone, I will let go on the bail furnished to Squire Slocum. I suppose you can be found at your mill whenever wanted?”
“Yes, sir; either there or somewhere in the vicinity. Dan Ford will be able to tell where I am at any time.”
“That will do then. Mr. Markham, I will consult with you later. Will you dine with me this evening?”