"Arad Thompson?" Ralph repeated. "At the bank? Why——"
The detective turned to shout to Rafe Silver: "Hey, you Portuguese! Get that car. You can get her around the hole in the road now. Come alive!"
Ralph stared wonderingly from Tobias to Lorna.
"What does the fellow mean?" he demanded, as the detective moved away to hasten Silver's movements.
"I cal'late you ain't heard the news, then," said the lightkeeper slowly. "The bank's been robbed."
"Well? What has that to do with me?"
"I give it as my opinion, Ralph, that some folks think you had a deal to do with it—yessir!"
"Nonsense!"
"Oh, Ralph! it is true. That—that man is a detective," gasped Lorna.
The young man reddened angrily. He demanded: