"Yes."
"What was it?" asked Kirby with interest.
"I learned that one of my neighbors—a simple minded carpenter—was to receive a considerable sum of money, which I had reason to think he would bring home in person. I disguised myself, lay in wait for him, and took the whole."
"How much was there?"
"A thousand dollars!"
"Excellent! And you have it here?"
"Yes. It happened to be in fifty-dollar bills, and I have not dared to use any of it lest it should be traced to me. Besides, there is one who suspects me of having been implicated in the affair?"
"Is it a person likely to prove dangerous?"
"I don't know. It is a boy."
"A boy! How should a boy be likely to suspect you?"