“I’ve got another, Mr. Tripp,” said Chester, smiling.
“Like as not. Where’d you get it?”
“I don’t feel obliged to tell.”
“It looks bad, that’s all I’ve got to say,” said the storekeeper.
“I think, Mr. Tripp, you need not borrow any trouble on that score,” interposed the minister. “I know where Chester’s money comes from, and I can assure you that it is honestly earned, more so than that which you receive from the whisky you sell.”
Silas Tripp was a little afraid of the minister, who was very plain-spoken, and turned away muttering.
The crowd dispersed, some following Constable Perkins, who took his prisoner to the lockup.
CHAPTER IX.
NEW PLANS FOR CHESTER.