"Do what?"
"Give up the widow's money."
"See here, young fellow, you've made a mistake. I never was near the widow's house, 'cepting this morning."
"I know better. You just broke open her desk and stole over two hundred dollars."
"It's a mistake. Put down the pistol and I'll tell you all about it."
"I'm not such a fool, Mr. John Stumpy, or whatever your name is," was my decided reply.
The tone of my voice disconcerted the man, for he paused as if not knowing what to say next.
"Say, young feller, do you want to make some money?" he asked suddenly, after a short pause.
The change in his manner surprised me.
"How?" I asked, although I knew about what was coming.