“Did he say there was a hundred dollars or more?”
“He didn’t say a word about it. He kept getting more excited, and at last he said I must have taken the money from the pocket-book. I answered, that I didn’t do it: I hadn’t seen his pocket-book, and didn’t know he had any money with him. On that he got mad, and I was as mad as he was.
“We had a long jaw about it, and then he pitched into me. He got me by the throat before I knew what he was about. He put me down,
and then tried to fish my pockets. I yelled for help, for I thought he would kill me. I hardly knew what I did; but I shook him off, and we had another savage jaw about it. Then he pitched into me again. He had a club in his hand; and I think he would have used it on me, if he hadn’t heard you yell just at this time.”
“I hoped my hail would let him know there was some one at hand, though it was only a boy,” added Dory.
“That was what made him let up on me. Then he tried to smooth it over; but I never was treated like that before, and I meant to have it out with him.”
“Well, here we are; and what is to be done next?” asked Dory.
“We were waiting down here to catch that Millweed fellow that stole the money from the safe,” replied Greeze.
“He says he didn’t take the money from the safe, and he is going back to Burlington to face the music.”
“We might as well go along then: we haven’t any more business up here. You can steer the Juniper, and we will tow the Goldwing,” suggested