"I don't understand it," he murmured.
"I hope, now, Adin, you will give up the ridiculous idea that the squire robbed you," said his wife.
"I can't," said Adin. "I saw him with these very eyes. I saw those long teeth of his just as plain as I see you this minute. It's very queer. I can't understand it."
"Oh, Adin! I did hope you would get this out of your head. It almost seems as if your mind was upset."
"Perhaps it is, but I can't give up the idea that the squire took my thousand dollars."
"It stands to reason, Adin, that if he had, he wouldn't have taken all this trouble to raise money for you. Why, he gave fifty dollars out of his own pocket."
"Did fifty dollars of this money come from the squire?"
"Yes. Just look at his name on the paper. His name is the very first one on it."
"Then," said Adin Dunham, carefully counting out fifty dollars from the roll of bills which had been placed in his hand, "I'll give back the money to you to do what you like with. The other money came from my friends and neighbors, and I'll keep it. But the squire's money I don't want."