"You won't tell me where you borrowed it."
"Because it is my private business. John Barton, I warn you that you are making a powerful enemy. If you keep quiet and let me alone, I will not call attention to your presence in Lakeville, and for safety's sake I will not appear to know anything about you. Do you make that promise?"
"Albert Marlowe, I am an innocent man, but I am under a ban. I want to prove my innocence, and regain the right to live with my family, and hold up my head before my fellow-men. If, in doing this, attention should be drawn to you as the real criminal I cannot help it."
"So you defy me, do you?" demanded the squire.
"If what I have said is a defiance, then I defy you," answered John Barton, calmly.
Squire Marlowe rose from his seat, his face flushed with anger.
"Be it so," he said. "You will hear from me again."
"Oh, John," exclaimed Mrs. Barton as the squire left the room, "I am afraid Albert will do you some harm."
"Then, Mary, to relieve you, let me say that I have heard through Uncle Jacob that Bert has found the missing witness, Ralph Harding, and that both are probably in New York at this moment."
On his return Squire Marlowe telegraphed from a neighboring town as follows: