"Walked, just as you did."
"Thought you were in jail."
"So do most people."
"Who is this chap?" asked the farmer, staring at me with open eyes.
"It's the boy who was arrested for that robbery last night," explained the merchant.
"Shoo—you don't say? And I was talking to him about that very thing. You rascal, you!"
"How did you get out?" put in John Stumpy.
"None of your business," I replied briskly. "If you'd had your way I'd been burnt up in the tool house last night."
"No such thing," was the tramp's reply. "Never saw you before."
"You're the fellow who stole the Widow Canby's money."