“To be sure,” said I, with a touch of pride, “every grain of it!”
Uncle Naboth groaned.
“I didn’t think as you’d do it, Sam, my boy,” he said regretfully.
“I couldn’t have done it, without Nux and Bry,” I answered, not understanding that I had been accused of the theft.
The old man turned reproachfully to Bry, who stood grinning beside him.
“Did I ever teach you to steal, sir?” he demanded, sternly.
“Takin’ gold from robbers ain’t stealin’,” replied the black, in a calm tone.
“What robbers?”
“Daggett, an’ Pete, an’——”
“Oh, I see!” exclaimed Uncle Naboth, a light breaking in upon his confused mind. “They stole the gold from the camp, I suppose, and you and Sam have followed them up, and got it back again?”