"Sh!—not so loud."
"Well, then, don't bring the subject up."
"Have you the statement with you?"
"Maybe I haven't; maybe I have."
"Perhaps it was taken from you," went on Mr. Woodward, curiously.
"What do you know about that?" Stumpy again jumped to his feet. "You've been talking to that Strong boy," he cried.
"Supposing I have?"
"Well, it didn't do you no good. Say, how much does the young cub know?"
"He knows too much for the good of either of us," responded the merchant.
"Sorry he wasn't found in the ruins of that tool house," growled the tramp, savagely.