"It would be right to have the bond, but I will not ask it from you. I have faith in you, you see," said the sheriff, trying to win back his good opinion by a bit of flattery.
Mr. Farrington shrugged his shoulders. Turning to Fred, he told him to go to his work, and promised that at the appointed time he would accompany him to the trial.
Of course Fred had to tell his parents at noon what had happened. They were alarmed at first at so grave a charge, but became calm, as they felt sure they could prove Fred was at home on the night of the fire.
"I think the tide will turn now, Fred," said his father. "You have had more than your share of ill luck, but I am proud of you, that you stand up under fire like a man."
"I hope it has turned, father, and I am glad of your approval. This charge, though, seems to be one of malice."
"It does seem so; but we can tell at the trial whether it is or not."
Justice Plummer was a middle aged man, with a kind, intellectual face. He spoke slowly and thoughtfully. When our hero entered he greeted him in a kindly way.
"I am sorry to see you here, Fred," he began, "and I hope no evidence of guilt will be found against you. Though I feel a friendly interest in you, it is my duty, as you know, to decide the case impartially."
"I know it is, judge," replied Fred, "and I think the evidence will prove my innocence."
John Rexford now came in with his lawyer, Mr. Clarence Ham, a young man noted for his eloquence.