"'Cause he yelled at me after he'd gone in a-ways an' ast—an' ast—" The boy paused irresolutely.
"Asked what?"
"He ast me where in h—— the path was."
"By ginger, that's him, right out an' out!" exclaimed Mr. Crow excitedly.
"'Nen he said he'd give me a quarter if I'd show him the way; so I—"
"Did he give you the quarter?" questioned one of the men.
"Yep. He'd a roll of bills as big as my leg." Everybody gasped and thought of Grover's hog-money.
"You went to the river with him?" interrogated the reporter.
"I went as fur as the clearin', an' then he tole me to stop. He said he could find the way from there. After that he run up the bank as if some one was after him. There was a boat waitin' fer him under the clift."
"Did he get into it?" cried Squires.