"All right! All right! Don't you believe it, Tobe," said his acquaintance. "You will remember what I told ye when you don't see hide nor hair of your money again."
"I don't see it now," confessed Tobias rather ruefully. "But I still have hopes of Arad's being pretty average honest."
He found Heppy one of the most pessimistic of all those affected by or interested in the bank burglary. She was actually ill. Whether it was the excitement or the over-exertion of climbing the lighthouse stairs to the lamp room, the woman gave every indication of bodily as well as of mental illness.
She sat in her rocking chair before the kitchen stove, weaving back and forth, and sobbing. When she raised her head to look at her brother as he entered, he was actually startled by her appearance.
"Oh, sugar, Heppy! What's the matter o' ye?"
"Oh, sugar, Heppy! What's the matter o' ye?"
"Did—did you get our money, Tobias?" she gasped.
"No, no! O' course not. Things have got to be straightened out."
"Did you see Arad Thompson?"