CHAPTER IV.
Accused of Murder.
I thought of the other wrong accusation of murder. Now, perhaps, it would happen again. I finally decided to call for help. An officer stepped up. When he saw his fellow-officer lying as I have said, apparently dead, he at once accused me.
“What have you done to this man?”
“I am innocent of any harm to that man. I did not even see him fall.”
“What were you doing that you did not see him fall?”
“I, sir, was doing what he told me to do—loading those pieces of iron on the truck. I heard deep breathing and turned to look, and found him as you see him now.”
“Well, I do not believe one word you have told me, and more, no sane man would ask another to do what it would require three or four strong men to do.”
“I was not only asked to do so, but I was doing it. I had moved the iron to the distance you see, from the remainder.”
“Now you come along. I will send the hospital word about him.”