Frank was amazed. Tony steal the wallet! Impossible! He never could do such a thing.
The conference ended, and Farmer Whipple left the schoolroom. Returning to his house, he harnessed his horse, and drove down to Squire Murdock's, the magistrate, to procure a warrant for the arrest of Tony. This he obtained; and after getting a constable to serve it, he drove to the widow Weston's.
Tony was in the garden picking some currants to sell the following morning. He was hard at work, and his coat lay upon a bush near him.
Farmer Whipple and the constable jumped over the fence and approached him.
"How do you do, Mr. Whipple?" said Tony, suspending his occupation. "How do you do, Mr. Headley?"
"I am sorry to trouble you, Tony; but we've got some suspicions agin you," began Farmer Whipple.
"Against me!" exclaimed Tony, with a glance at the constable.
"Sorry for it, but it looks bad agin you."
"What have I done?" asked the poor boy, alarmed by the words of the farmer.
"I lost my wallet this morning, and Tim Bunker says he saw you tucking something into your pocket," replied Farmer Whipple, proceeding to detail all the circumstances.