"Dean," said Mr. Gould, in a low voice, "your uncle is as crazy as a bedbug! What can have put such notions into his head?"
CHAPTER VII.
DEAN FINDS A CLEW.
Dean was inclined to agree with his companion. The story told by his uncle was so preposterous that it could be explained only on the hypothesis that the speaker's mind was unbalanced.
"Did you fall out of the wagon, neighbor Dunham?" asked Mr. Gould.
"I don't know. I must have fainted."
"If you had fallen out you would have been hurt. Are you bruised anywhere?"
"No, I don't feel hurt."
"It's queer, Dean," said Mr. Gould, with a puzzled look. "I can't make it out."