"My knife!" ejaculated Ralph.
"Exactly, Ralph," put in Bart Haycock. "But don't think I believe you guilty, my boy," he went on, feelingly.
"Guilty of what?"
"Robbin' the post office!" cried Uriah Dicks. "He is guilty to my way of thinkin'!"
"Robbing the post office!" ejaculated Ralph.
"That's it, Ralph," said the constable, seriously. "It has been discovered that there were two men and a boy, and they think you were the boy."
"Me!" Ralph could hardly believe his ears. "Oh, Rodman, you don't mean it?"
"He does mean it!" said Uriah, sharply. "Wasn't your knife found there?"
"I must have dropped the knife in the office yesterday when I was hanging up Mr. Dunham's circulars."
"Did you use the knife then?" asked Bart Haycock.