"He's got that, all right," agreed the squire.
"The next time I saw the person, whom I take to be this man, was last night, about midnight. I was aroused from sleep, and upon making a light in the hall I saw a man under the window. The next moment he jumped out, and again I saw the figure under the window."
Cora paused. Somehow she felt unreasonably nervous, but the strain of the night's excitement might account for that.
"What have you got to say for yourself, Tony?" asked the squire.
"Not guilty," growled the man. "I was at the camp last night, and when the old folks were packing up I got kicked with that big bay horse. Ouch!" and he rubbed the injured leg.
"Looks funny, though, doesn't it, Tony?"
Jack and Ed were talking to Cora. "If you have finished with us, Squire Redding, we will leave," said Ed. "My sister is not used to this sort of thing."
"Certainly, certainly," agreed the squire politely. "I am much obliged for her testimony. I guess we will hold Tony for the grand jury. Gypsies in this county have to be careful, or they lose their rights to come in here. I think, myself, we would be better off without them."
"Then give me a chance to leave," snapped the man. "The rest are gone.
We are done with this blamed county, anyhow."
"Well, you will have to settle up first," declared Squire Redding.
"Those spoons were valuable."