"What is it?"
"What did you go into Locke's store for?" demanded his uncle, searchingly.
"I just went in to look round," answered Sam, evasively.
"You went to look at a fishing-pole," said Aaron Wolverton, sternly.
"What if I did?" asked Sam, plucking up a little courage.
"Did you have the money to buy it?"
"Ye—es," answered Sam, panic stricken.
"How much money have you got?"
"A dollar."
"Which you stole from me!" asserted Wolverton, with the air of a judge about to sentence a criminal to execution.