“Father’s with you, is he?”
“Yes, he is!”
“Guess you and your father wasn’t with these fellers a while back, was you? When they stopped and paid me a visit?”
“No, but we know all about it. The boys only stopped at your place to buy some milk, and your dog got after them and drove them into the house.”
“Well, I ain’t saying you’ve got anything to do with this,” said the farmer, quite kindly. “And if you want to run along home I ain’t got no objections, Miss.”
“I sha’n’t go until you let Roy and Dick go,” replied Harry, spiritedly. “You haven’t any right to keep us here.”
“I ain’t keeping you, Miss. I offered to let you out. You run along, Amanda, and do as I tell you to. The sooner we find out what’s missing, the better.”
“Well,” said Mrs. Peel, arising with a sigh, “I don’t know what to say, James. It don’t seem to me as you’re doing right.”
“Don’t you worry about me, Amanda. I’ll stand good for my actions.”
With another sigh and a troubled, doubtful look about her, the little woman went toward the door into the living-rooms.