“He said that there’s a warrant out against me for this thing.”
“A warrant out against thee?”
“Yes.”
“But thee hasn’t seen Isaac Naylor since thee came home, Thomas,” said his father.
“Yes, I did, father.”
“Where?”
“At the very place where he was murdered.”
Then he told all that had passed between him and Isaac Naylor, and of how near he had come to doing that of which he was accused. His father listened without a word, looking deeply and fixedly into Tom’s eyes the while. John was looking intently at him, too. Will was standing, turned half away. When Tom had ended, his father spoke to him in a low voice:
“Thomas.”
“Well?”