“What does he say that you stole?” continued Harry.
“He says I stole a tin box, containing some bonds or something.”
“I begin to understand,” thought Harry. “Philip is suffering for what I have done. I must free him, if I can.
“Was the box in the cabin?” he asked, not considering it prudent to betray all that he knew.
“No; it was buried in the earth, out in the woods,” said Philip.
“That’s true,” said Temple, with an oath. “It was all the property I had.”
“It’s a queer place to keep articles of value,” said Harry, looking steadily at Temple.
“I shall keep my own property where I please,” said Temple, doggedly. “You don’t suppose I’d keep it here in this hut. It wouldn’t be safe for twenty-four hours.”
“Did you see Philip take it?” continued Harry, assuming, unconsciously, the tone of a judge or advocate.
“No; but I saw him prowling round near-by, and the earth had been disturbed. As for the tin box, that was gone, and he stays here till it is found.”