There was a smile of triumph on the face of Tony, and all eyes were turned to him.
"It's a lie!" groaned Tim, his face as white as a sheet.
"Did he tell you where he got it?" continued Mr. Benson, in an apparently indifferent tone.
"You need not criminate yourself," interposed the judge.
"He told me all about it," replied Joe, suddenly brushing up his wits.
"You needn't wink at me, Tim; I'm goin' to blow the whole thing," continued he, shaking his head at the crestfallen Bunker. "You was fool enough to tell on't yourself."
"He told you that he stole it?" asked Squire Benson.
"No; he said he found it;" and the witness proceeded to relate all the particulars of the affair.
It appeared from his story that Tim had taken the wallet, abstracted thirty dollars of the money, and then, when school was about to be dismissed, had thrust the wallet into the prisoner's pocket.
Tony had not discovered the wallet. He had eaten his dinner and gone immediately into the garden, where he had pulled off his coat, and commenced picking the currants. Tim's plan had worked better than he expected it would; for he supposed that Tony would find it in his pocket, and be accused of abstracting the thirty dollars.