“I didn’t take the—pig. I won’t tell you anything,” declared Baldwin defiantly.
“Sit on him, fellows,” ordered Trumbull.
The sitting-upon process, accomplished by four athletic youths was extremely efficacious. In three minutes Baldwin, helpless and ready to cry from rage, weakened.
“Let loose and I’ll tell you,” he said, surrendering.
“Two of you climb off,” ordered Trumbull. “Now, Baldwin, where did you take that pig?”
“We took him in an automobile,” replied Baldwin sullenly.
“Why?”
“Well, we saw you fellows put it in Bartelme’s room and we thought it would get you in bad if the pig never came back.”
“Who were we?” demanded Trumbull.
“Don’t answer that, Baldwin,” said Winans as Baldwin opened his mouth to reply. “Don’t make him any worse of a tattletale than he is.”