“Where did you get that jacket, Glover?” he asked.
“Where do you generally get such things? At the store.”
“Just so,” said Curtis. “I can’t see why you didn’t buy one that fitted you.” He turned suddenly to Jepson. “Bring me his jacket.”
The farmer made an abrupt movement, and then seemed to pull himself up, and stood still.
“I’ve no use for that kind of fooling; he has it on!”
“I don’t think so,” said Curtis meaningly. “Give Stanton a light and he’ll look for it.”
The trooper came back in a few minutes with a garment which he had found under a bed, and Curtis bade him put it on the prisoner.
“Right size, same stuff as the trousers, and worn about as much,” he remarked. “Now you can take it off and search it.”
There was nothing in the pockets, but after a careful examination Stanton felt a lump inside the lining. He ripped that, and took out a wad of carefully folded bills. On opening them, he found that they were for twenty dollars each, and clean. The corporal’s face grew suddenly intent.
“Where did you get them?” he asked.