"Your hands don't bear out that assertion," said the pilot quietly, as he pointed to the tell-tale yellow stains on Sam's fingers. "I am inclined to think you smoke pretty steadily yet."
The red-haired youth had no answer to make to this.
"Do you dare to accuse my nephew?" demanded Mr. Bumstead.
"I said I didn't care to accuse any one," replied Mr. Weatherby. "I only said I believe Nat innocent, and if he is discharged I leave also."
"I think you are taking an unfair advantage of me," said Captain Marshall. "You know I need your services for some time yet."
"Well, you know how to retain them."
"How?"
"By not unjustly discharging Nat."
"I don't think I was acting unjustly."
"I do."