"And how?"
"Miles Nanson saw the man running from the house. He was hurrying to get a doctor for his wife, who was very sick, and he didn't stop to question the fellow."
"But why didn't he speak of it before?" I asked. "He might have saved us a deal of trouble."
"He never heard of the robbery until last night, his wife has been so sick. He can testify to seeing the man."
"I'm glad of that," I said. "But unfortunately, that doesn't restore the money."
"No, I suppose not. This Stumpy still has it."
"No; he claims to have lost it," I returned, and I related the particulars as I had overheard them in the boarding-house on the opposite side of the Pass River.
"I wish I could find it—the money, I mean—as I did the papers," put in Kate.
"Where did he jump over the fence?" I asked suddenly.
"Down by the crab-apple tree," said Uncle Enos.