“Something’s got to be done!”
“What?” asked Becky curiously.
“Something to show we believe in Toby an’ know he’s innocent.”
“That don’t answer my question,” insisted his sister. “Something don’t mean anything, unless you say what the something is.”
“He means,” announced Doris, in her prim way, “that we must undertake to do something, to be decided later, that will show to the world that we believe in the honesty of Toby Clark.”
“That’s it!” cried Don approvingly; “an’ Beck ought to know it without so much argument.”
“All right; I’m game,” said Becky, complacently. “You can count on me in anything that’ll help Toby.”
“I’m afraid we four can’t do much,” remarked Allerton. “The law has Toby in its clutches and I suppose it will hang him.”
“Hang nothing!” retorted Don, scornfully. “They don’t hang folks for stealing, Al; it’s only for murder.”
“But Toby didn’t steal Mrs. Ritchie’s box,” suggested Doris.