Luke remembered very well that he was paid in fives, and that such an appeal would do him no good.
"Does Walton know this?" he asked, sinking into a chair, and wiping the perspiration from his brow.
"Yes; he suspected you."
"I'd like to choke him!" said Luke, fiercely. "The miserly scoundrel!"
"It seems to me he is justified in trying to recover his money. What have you done with the rest of it?"
"Tell me what will be done to me," said Luke, sullenly.
"I didn't steal it. I only picked it up when he dropped it. He deserves to lose it, for being so careless."
"Why didn't you tell him you had found it?"
"I meant to give it to him after a while. I only wanted to keep it long enough to frighten him."
"That was dangerous, particularly as you used it."