“I can’t help it; I am sure you did it,” persisted Philip, thinking what a fine thing it would be for Harry to change places with him. “I am rich, and I have no need to steal. You are poor, and, I dare say, would like to get hold of Mr. Temple’s bonds.”
Temple paused a moment, and then said:
“The boy may be right. I’ll tie both of you. One of you knows something about it, or I’m mistaken.”
Philip’s face fell. He had hoped to get free himself. It would be some satisfaction for him to see the boy he hated in the same plight, but still he would rather go free.
“Tie him first,” he said.
It occurred to him that while Harry was being tied he might slip away.
“I know my own business best, youngster,” said Temple.
And he made Philip sit down again in the chair from which he had been released.
“Don’t you dare leave the cabin, unless you want to be brought back,” he said to Harry. “Your turn will come next.”
Harry did not answer, but coughed. It was the signal agreed upon between him and the officer outside.