“But where is Mr. Savage? He can prove that I was gone all night, taking a bottle of medicine to his sister.”
“He’s not here now, an’ no matter what he said, we’d have t’ take ye, after all th’ evidence we’ve discovered,” replied Constable Wolff.
“You had better say nothing more, Dan,” advised the hired man. “Go with the constables. I will tell Mr. Savage what has happened, as soon as he comes back, and I think he will testify in your favor. I’ll come to the village as soon as I can.”
“You’ll find him in th’ jail,” called Mr. Wolff, as he moved away, with his hands tightly clenched in Dan’s collar.
“In jail! Oh, you’re not going to put me in jail, are you?” pleaded the unfortunate boy.
“’Course we are. That’s where all prisoners has t’ go, an’ ye ain’t any better than any one else.”
“I know that,” admitted Dan, trying hard not to let the hot tears come into his eyes, “but I am innocent of this charge.”
“Then ye can tell th’ Squire so, an’ he’ll let ye go,” spoke Mr. Walker.
“What’s the matter?” asked Mrs. Savage, who, unable to restrain her curiosity any longer, had come out to see where the constables were. “What has Dan done?”
“He’s arrested fer robbin’ Dr. Maxwell’s house,” declared Constable Walker.