"What nonsense!" She laughed faintly.
"It's not nonsense to the fellow that thinks his critter was stolen," he replied.
"Of course not. I don't mean that, I mean the idea that my brother would steal a horse. You don't for a moment think he would, do you?"
"I don't pass judgment on people I don't know right well."
"But you know what sort of people we are. Do you think I would steal?"
"Maybe not."
Harry gasped. "You might as well say yes."
"If I saw you riding one of my horses, say, and I'd lost one, and you couldn't tell me where you'd got it, and wouldn't give it up, perhaps I'd think you stole it. Perhaps I'd run you into the jug until you could tell where you got it."
"And that's what you think has happened to Rob?"