Very reluctantly the tramp crawled out from under the bushes and faced the boys. When Andy looked at him his eyes fell.
“I guess you know me,” said Andy, sternly.
“You? I ain’t never seen you before.”
“Oh, yes, you have. We met in the jewelry store in Cedarville one evening.”
“Not me. You’ve got the wrong man.”
“No, you are the fellow. And after we met at the jewelry store you attacked me on the road, threw me off my bicycle, and robbed me.”
“No, I didn’t!” cried the tramp, but his manner showed that he was much dismayed by the accusation.
“What I want to know is, What did you do with the things you took from me?” continued Andy.
“Didn’t I say you had the wrong man?”
“Will you give up the stuff or not?”