"Don't believe him," I answered. "He has no right to pursue me as he does. He's not my guardian."
"Who is your guardian, and where is he?" the jailer asked, as if that would settle it.
"Uncle Job Throckmorton, and he lives in Appletop. He left me at Rock Island till he could come back, and yesterday this man planned to kidnap me, and that's why I ran away," I answered, determined to tell my story.
"I know Mr. Throckmorton, and he is an upright, honest gentleman, if there is one in the state," the jailer replied.
"Then don't let this man pursue me longer," I answered, "for he has no right."
"I have you already," Moth answered, "and so there is no need to pursue you farther. You are under age and an estray, for Throckmorton's not your guardian, and can be reclaimed by the owner wherever found. Is not that so, jailer?"
"Maybe; but I think you ought to have a warrant to take him," he added, brightening up at the thought.
"Nonsense! It is not necessary. You are a justice, and it is your business to hold him pending investigation."
"Why should I, if you have nothing to prove your right to him?"
"I have, and you know it," Moth answered, confidently.