“Go on,” returned Bob, with dark forebodings.
“Are you a sleep-walker?”
“No.”
“Then why do you go wandering around nights when every one else has retired? Last night, for example?”
“So that hammer-thrower told you, did he?” remarked Bob. “I thought he would.”
“Do you blame him?”
“Oh, I suppose it was his duty.” Every one seemed “telling” on Bob just at present.
“You do not deny it?”
“Why should I?”
“Then we may accept his version of the story?”