“And now, my friend,” said the farmer, “I may as well say that you were quite mistaken in supposing I kept a large amount of money in this lonely house. I should be a fool to do it, and I am not such a fool as that.”
“Where do you keep your money, then?” growled the tramp.
“In different savings-banks. I am ready to tell you, for it will do you no good.”
“I wish I’d known it sooner. I came here on a fool’s errand.”
“I am glad you have found it out.”
“Now, what are you going to do with me!”
“Keep you here till I can deliver you into the hands of the law.”
“That won’t do you any good.”
“It will give you a home, where you cannot prey on the community.”
“I don’t mean to do so any more. I’m going to turn over a new leaf and become an honest man—that is, if you’ll let me go.”