“We don’t know, Franzy. The fight began when we were out of the room, and—we don’t know.”
“That’s a pity; wasn’t there any reward?”
“Yes, boy,” said Mamma, eagerly; “a big reward. An’ if we could tell who did the thing, we would be rich.”
“Somebody got arrested, of course?”
“N—no, Franzy; nobody’s been arrested—not yet.”
“Oh, they’re a-lookin’ fer somebody on suspicion? I say, old top, if nobody knows who struck the blow, seems to me ye’re runnin’ a little risk yerself. S’pose they should run yer to earth, eh?”
“We’ve been careful, Franzy.”
“S’pose ye have—look here, old un, don’t ye see yer chance?”
“How, Franzy?”
“How! If I was you, I’d clear my own skirts, and git that reward.”