"You've got a soft place, youngster," Lyman began.
"I have an easy place, and a kind employer," said Mark.
"So you carry the old man's money, hey?"
"Some of it," answered Mark, eying his companion, suspiciously.
"Don't looked scared, boy. I'm not going to rob you. I only want to ask you a few questions. How much money did you and he take from that buried jar the other day?"
"Who told you about it?" asked Mark, in surprise.
"O, I know more about the old man's affairs than you suppose," chuckled Lyman.
"I can't tell you."
"Won't, you mean," returned Lyman, scowling.
"I have no right to do so."