"Where did you hide them?"
"Oh, I put them out of sight, all right."
"But where, man, where? Show me the place."
"But I don't want them," protested Mr. Wolcott. "It was an old cane, anyhow. I didn't mind breaking it."
"I just wanted to see if you had found a good hiding place. Do you suppose the pieces are still there?"
"They aren't any good."
"No, but let's look and see, anyhow. Was it hereabouts?"
"Just under the sidewalk here. There's a hole under the sidewalk that you see when you are down in the hollow."
"Come down and show me. Here, I'll help you down, and Miss Edith won't guess where you have been."
The old man chuckled. This added a thrill to the affair, and with some difficulty and hard breathing he climbed down into the low-lying lot and made his way over the snow-covered hummocks of last summer's weeds to the place which was more familiar to Lyon than it was to him.