“No, I only stunned him. If I hadn’t we’d have all been in danger.”
“He’s an awful man—looks as if he’d escaped from State’s prison.”
“If he hasn’t he’s likely to go there. It’s lucky we were there or you’d have lost your money.”
“How did you happen to be there?” asked the farmer, beginning to be curious.
“You see Albert and I were taking a walk. He was going to see me part way home.”
“You weren’t spying on me, were you?” asked Jacob in a tone of suspicion. “It kind of looks like that.”
“No matter what it looks like, Mr. Winter, it was lucky for you that we were around. That’s all I’ve got to say.”
“Well, mebbe it was; mebbe it was.”
“But, Mr. Winter, don’t you think it’s risky putting your money in such a place? Some one would be sure to find it sooner or later.”
“I won’t put it there again,” muttered Jacob. “Do you—see anythin’ of that man? Your eyes are better than mine.”