“Is it?”
He meant the cardinal's signet ring, and was it it.
“Yes, it's it,” Bony said, but not very loud. He was pretty much drowned yet.
So we all went back to town in the farmer's wagon; me and Bony and Swatty and the man and the farmer kid that was driving. So Swatty sat with the farmer kid and talked to him.
“That man saved Bony's life,” Swatty said. “Who is he?”
“Him? He's Lazy Joe,” the farmer kid said. “He's Lazy Joe Mulligan. He don't do nothing but fish and loaf.”
So then Swatty knew who the burglar was.
We drove up to town and Swatty told the farmer kid where to drive and pretty soon we came to Bony's house. The man, Lazy Joe Mulligan, looked pretty funny, you bet, when we drove right up to the house he had burglared. He put his hand in his pocket and when he pulled it out the ring was gone.
“Come on!” Swatty said to me.
“Where to?” I asked him.