"Oh yes! Well, go on."
"I have nothing more to tell, sir; only that I have seized every opportunity to copy a few pages from the real books,—enough to compare with the books which will be presented Mr. Kilby, if he should inquire for them."
"Are you willing to take your oath that these are correct?" asked Mr. Clarkson, advancing and taking the sheets from the boy's hand.
"I am willing, sir," answered the boy, seriously, "to take my oath that they are correct in dates and figures, and in every particular and respect, as far as I was capable of making them so."
"Well, then, come with me to a magistrate."
"What will it be necessary for me to do, sir?"
"Simply to state in brief what you have said to me, and take your oath upon it."
"If you think best, I will go; my only object has been that justice should be done to Mr. Kilby."
"I wish poor Haven had had such a clerk," sighed the gentleman. "Remain here a moment, and I will accompany you."
Harrison, when left alone, began to feel a reaction from the excitement. He leaned his head on the table; and, when Mr. Clarkson returned, after an absence of about fifteen minutes, he found him faint and languid. A good cup of coffee, however, soon revived him, and they set out for the office of the attorney.