“That is as good as saying ye stole it,” asserted Evatt.
Charles smiled contemptuously. “‘All are not thieves whom dogs bark at,’” he retorted. “Nor are all of us sneaks and spies,” he added, as, turning, he led away the horse toward the stable.
“Yon fellow does n’t stickle at calling ye names, Miss Meredith,” said Evatt.
“He has no right to call me a spy,” cried the girl, indignantly.
“His words deserve no more heed than what he said t’other night at the tavern of ye.”
“What said he at the tavern?” demanded Janice.
“’T is best left unspoken.”
“I want to know what he said of me,” insisted Miss Meredith.
“’T would only shame ye.”
“He—he told of—he did n’t tell them I took the miniature?” faltered Janice.