“What are you talking about?” asked Franz.
Tommy explained, and Nat corroborated his statement.
Every one else declared they knew nothing about it, and began to look suspiciously at Nat, who got more and more alarmed and confused with each denial.
“Somebody must have taken it,” said Franz, as Tommy shook his fist at the whole party, and wrathfully declared that—
“By thunder turtles! if I get hold of the thief, I’ll give him what he won’t forget in a hurry.”
“Keep cool, Tom; we shall find him out; thieves always come to grief,” said Dan, as one who knew something of the matter.
“May be some tramp slept in the barn and took it,” suggested Ned.
“No, Silas don’t allow that; besides, a tramp wouldn’t go looking in that old machine for money,” said Emil, with scorn.
“Wasn’t it Silas himself?” said Jack.
“Well, I like that! Old Si is as honest as daylight. You wouldn’t catch him touching a penny of ours,” said Tommy, handsomely defending his chief admirer from suspicion.