Men started to their feet in astonishment. Some one back among the people began to applaud. Jack Rennie turned his face toward the boy with a look of admiration, and his eyes were blurred with sudden tears.
“He’s the son o’ his father!” he exclaimed; “the son o’ his father! He’s a braw lad, an’ good luck till him, but it was flyin’ i’ the face o’ fortune to swear him. I told ye! I told ye!”
“Who gave you that money?” asked the district attorney of Tom, when quiet had been partially restored.
Pleadwell was on his feet in an instant.
“Stop!” he shouted. “Don’t answer that question! Did I give you that money?”
“No, sir,” replied Tom, awed by the man’s vehemence.
“Did Jack Rennie give you that money?”
“No, sir.”
Pleadwell turned to the court.