"You didn't do it?" asked Silas, in some apprehension.
"No, of course not!" answered Bert, indignantly. "Didn't you know I was acquitted, and that it was shown that there were two twenty-dollar bills?"
"It's wicked to steal," observed the farmer, apparently a little anxious still.
"Of course it is."
"One of the boys that worked for me stole some money from a chest-of-drawers in my chamber. You see Mis' Wilson and me sleep in a bedroom on the first floor openin' out of the settin' room."
"Did the boy take much?" asked Bert, in some curiosity.
"Yes; he took a twenty-five cent piece," answered Silas Wilson, soberly.
Bert wanted to laugh, but controlled his facial muscles, though he eyed his companion with a queer look.
"That was a good deal of money," he said, soberly.
"Yes, it was."