“Never mind your deductions, young man,” interrupted the justice. “If you have reached the end of your story you may sit down.”
This Piper did with evident great reluctance and disappointment; and, Theodore Welcome being present, he was called to the stand, where he corroborated the statement of the last witness and also identified the coin as the one he had received from Davis.
“Your Honor,” said Lawyer Marsh, “the defense, having no further witnesses and desiring none, rests here, with the request that the deputy sheriff be instructed to keep a close watch upon Timothy Davis until a warrant may be sworn out for his arrest.”
A sob broke the silence; it came from Davis, who suddenly cried in a husky, choking voice:
“Don’t arrest me—please don’t! I’ll confess! I’ll tell everything! I took the stuff from the lockers. I was sore on Eliot ’cause he fired me off the eleven. I was sore on everybody, I guess—Stone, too, ’cause he had made good. But I’d never done it if it hadn’t been for Bern Hayden. He come to me when I was changing my togs in the gym. He told me to do it, and he promised to git me back onto the team and give me ten dollars to boot. He’s more to blame than I be.”
“It’s a lie,” shouted Hayden, who had risen to his feet, “a dirty lie, and I——”
“Order in the court!” thundered the judge, pounding the desk with his gavel.
CHAPTER XXX.
CLEAR SKIES.