"I sh'd hope so! But there ain't sense in what you fellers have done—for a fac! Lettin' sech a story as this git all over town. By jiminy! if I was Mr. Haley, I'd sue ye!"
"But what are we goin' ter do, Jason?" demanded Cross Moore. "Sit here an' twiddle our thumbs, and let that feller 't owns the coins come down on us for their value?"
"You'll have to make good to him anyway," said Mr. Day, bluntly. "You four air responserble."
"Hi tunket!" exploded Joe Pellet. "And let the thief git away with 'em?"
"Better git a detecertif, an' put him on the case," said Mr. Day. "Of course, you air all satisfied that nobody could ha' got into the schoolhouse but Mr. Haley?"
"He an' Benny is all that has keys," said Massey.
"Sure about this here janitor?" asked Uncle Jason, slowly.
"Why, he was with us all the time," said Crawford, in disgust.
"And he's a hardworkin' little feller, too," Massey added. "Not a thing wrong with Benny but his back. That is crooked; but he's as straight as a string."
"How's his fambly?" asked Uncle Jason.