"Thief! Thief!" shouted Bevy.
"My ear! My ear!" cried a muffled voice from beneath the apron, a voice recognized immediately by one at least of the astonished spectators.
"I do not care for your ear," screamed Bevy. "Your ear is nothing to me. You were stealing! What is it that you have stolen?"
Wildly Alvin tried to free himself; frantically Bevy clung to him. Bevy now found an ally in Uncle Edwin, who seized the prisoner in a firm grasp.
"Whoa, there!" cried Uncle Edwin. "I have him, Bevy. I have him by the arm. You can let him go."
There was the sound of approaching footsteps, of opening doors, there were questions and outcries.
"What is it?"
"I heard some one yelling."
"Shall I bring a gun?"
"It was a pig that squealed!"