“The fact is,” said John, after long thought, “you’ve been tricked. This fellow has doctored your pistols and frightened you.”
“But I loaded them myself,” replied Clark.
“When?”
“Oh, I always keep them loaded in my room. I tried them, and found the charge was in them.”
“Oh, somebody’s fixed them.”
“I don’t think half as much about the pistols as about what he told me. What devil could have put all that into his head? Answer me that,” said Clark.
“Somebody’s at work around us,” said John. “I feel it in my bones.”
“We’re getting used up,” said Potts. “The girl’s gone again.”
“The girl! Gone!”
“Yes, and Mrs. Compton too.”