"Don't forget," said he, "you have many friends, or I should not be able to tell you these things. Keep them to yourself and go to work. Of course you will be able to prove your innocence."
"I thank you with all my heart," said Trove.
"Ay, 'twas friendly," the old man remarked, taking the boy's hand.
"I have to put my trust in Tunk—the poor liar!" said Trove, when they were alone.
"No," Darrel answered quickly. "Were ye drowning, ye might as well lay hold of a straw. Trust in thy honour; it is enough."
"Let's go and see Polly," said the young man.
"Ay, she o' the sweet heart," said the tinker; "we'll go at once."
They left the shop, and on every street they travelled there were groups of men gossiping. Some nodded, others turned away, as the two passed. Dick Roberts met them at the door of the house where Polly boarded.
"I wish to see Miss Vaughn," said Trove, coolly.
"She is ill," said Roberts.