“Thank you,” answered Ernest.
“Now I come to look at you, I think I have seen you before,” continued the driver.
“Where?”
“In Emmonsville—at the bank.”
Ernest became alarmed. There was a significance in his companion’s tone which excited his alarm. But he did not dare show his feelings. He remained outwardly calm, though inwardly disturbed.
“Very probably,” he said; “I have been there.”
His companion laughed. He was playing with the boy as a cat plays with a captive mouse. Ernest began to consider whether he could not think of some pretext for getting out of the buggy.
Suddenly the buggy stopped.
“I will get out here,” said Ernest quickly.
“Not quite yet. I have not got through questioning you.”