He stooped down and removed it.
“Well?” said Bob again.
“I spent ther money,” growled the man. “I’m sorry. ’Twon’t do you fellers no good to put me in jail. Lemme go an’ I’ll clear out o’ here and stay.”
“You’re wrong,” answered Bob grimly. “It’ll do us a heap of good to put you in jail. And that’s what we’re going to do. Stuff the socks back, Dan.”
“Hold on a minute!” said the captive. “How do I know you’ll lemme go?”
“You’ll have to trust us, I guess,” answered Bob.
“Swear yer’ll do it?”
“No,” answered Bob sharply. “But we tell you so; and that’ll have to be enough.”
The thief stared up at them in silence for a minute. Then,
“All right,” he muttered at last. “It’s in my left boot—all that’s left of it.”