“Then you are mistaken. I spent all last night at home as my mother can testify.”
“Then how came your handkerchief here?” demanded Silas, triumphantly, holding up the article.
“It must have been brought here.”
“Oho, you admit that, do you? I didn’t know but you’d say it came here itself.”
“No, I don’t think it did.”
“I thought you’d own up arter a while.”
“I own up to nothing.”
“Isn’t the handkerchief yours?”
“Yes.”
“Then you stay here while Abel goes for the constable. You’ve got to be punished for such doin’s. But I’ll give ye one chance. Give me back the money you took—thirty-seven dollars and sixty cents—and I’ll forgive ye, and won’t have you sent to jail.”