"Well, I've come to see you and ask a few questions. I've no authority, and you can do as you like about answering."
The man pulled up near Trove and took a note-book and pencil out of his pocket.
"First, how came you by that money?" said he, with some show of excitement in his manner.
"That is my business," said Trove, coolly.
"There's more or less truth in that," said the other. "But I'll explain. Night before last the bank in Milldam was robbed, and the clerk who slept there badly hurt. Now, I've no doubt you're all right, but here's a curious fact—the sum taken was about three thousand dollars."
Trove began to change colour. He dismounted, looking up at the stranger and holding both horses by the bit.
"And they think me a thief?" he demanded.
"No," was the quick reply. "They've no doubt you can explain everything."
"I'll tell you all I know about the money," said Trove. "But come, let's keep the horses warm."
They led them and, walking slowly, Trove told of his night in the sugar-bush. Something in the manner of Spinnel slowed his feet and words. The story was finished. They stopped, turning face to face.