“We have no money,” Tim said. “Did Captain Senn order the pork?”
“Never mind,” the woman cackled, “but if anyone asks you, tell them you paid me fair and square.”
Tim kept his face as straight as he could. “You didn’t steal it did you, Aunty?”
Aunty went into gales of laughter, and a guard who watched from a little distance looked toward her uneasily.
She screeched, “You shouldn’t talk like that to poor old Aunty. You unload the wagon now!”
When they had finished unloading, Tom whipped the horse around, the guards opened the gate, and the wagon moved toward the end of the yard. Tim watched as the gate swung wide.
The guards made Tom rein in when the wagon was halfway through. One of them hopped to the hub of a front wheel and stabbed the ragged canvas with the point of his bayonet.
Aunty screamed, “Don’t you poke my canvas full of holes.”
Addison came through the jailhouse door, and the guard who had been watching them mumbled something in the corporal’s ear.
Addison looked toward Tim. “What were you and the old crow saying?”