“You call yourself a scamp. Why, you are an angel compared with me—so is everybody! Kit Woodford and Graff Miller are a thousand times better than I.”
CHAPTER XXVII
An Unwelcome Caller
With rare wisdom Mike now gave an abrupt turn to the conversation. Lowering his voice to a confidential tone, he asked:
“Does Mrs. McCaffry know anything of this?”
“If so, she hasn’t given me any reason to suspect it,” replied Noxon, brightening up and seizing the straw held out to him. “I told her I had met with an accident, and neither she nor her husband asked a question. Their big hearts had no room for any feeling other than of pity for the one who is not deserving of a particle of it.”
“She told me her husband works in Beartown. He wint there airly this morning; he’ll hear of the throuble at the post office and the beefeater, as ye call him, will let everybody know he winged the robber as he was running off. Did ye spake any caution to the man before he lift this morning?”
“By good luck I thought of that. I asked him to make no mention of my being at his house and he promised me he would not.”