“No, they ain’t yet, but if Hank had his way, theer’d be an arrest made.”
“An arrest? What do you mean?”
“Wa’al, I ain’t tellin’ no secret when I say he suspects some one.”
“Who is it?” inquired Dan, with a sinking feeling at his heart.
“He’s splutterin’ around, sayin’ you could tell suthin’ about it, ef ye wanted t’.”
“Me?” exclaimed Dan.
“Yep,” and Truem nodded vigorously. “He ain’t exactly sayin’ ye done it, but he thinks ye might be in with th’ gang, same as ye was—I mean he says ye was—with th’ fellers that got Dr. Maxwell’s silver.”
“Truem, do you mean to say that Hank is accusing Dan of robbing his store?” asked Mr. Harrison sternly, for Truem was sometimes given to “stretching” things when retailing a bit of village gossip.
“That’s what he’s practically doin’, Mr. Harrison. I heard him myself.”
“Come, Dan,” said the old soldier quietly.