"Of course he would say so," sneered James, more confidently. "He's just as likely to have done it as I."
"That's what I thought myself," returned the deacon; "though Mark's a middlin' keerful boy. But I changed my mind."
"Because he denied it?" asked James, with a return of the sneer.
"Not exactly. There was a boy saw it done, and he told me who did it."
"What boy saw it done?" asked James, all his apprehensions reviving.
"John Downie."
This was startling news to James.
"And who does he say did it," he forced himself to ask.
"You!" answered Deacon Miller, laconically.
"I don't believe I did it," said James, wavering.