“I don’t believe it, for my part,” said Tom, manfully standing by a boy who, on more than one occasion, had done him a favor. “Harry Gilbert is as honest a boy as there is in town.”
“Your opinion isn’t of much importance,” said Philip, in a tone of superiority, “and it won’t save the Gilbert boy from going to State’s prison.”
“Do you mean to say the one who took the bonds will have to go to State’s prison?”
“Yes; that’s what father says, and he knows a good deal about the law.”
“Maybe he’ll change his mind,” said Tom Calder, in a peculiar tone. “When is the trial coming off?”
“This morning, at nine o’clock, at the office of Squire Davis.”
Tom nodded his head thoughtfully, but only said:
“Are you going to be there?”
“Yes.”
“What time is it now?”