“I don’t know, there!” retorted Tom. “I never see his face.”
“Then some one did come to the boat-house that night?” said Riddell.
“How do I know? Suppose they did?”
“Suppose they did? I want to know who it was.”
“I tell you I don’t know. It was pitch dark, and I ain’t seen his face, there; and what’s more, I don’t know the chap.”
“But you let him into the boat-house?”
“No, I didn’t,” said Tom, whose strong point was evidently not in standing cross-examination. “That’s where you’re wrong again. You’re all wrong.”
“You knew he was there, at any rate,” said Riddell.
“No, I didn’t. You’re wrong agin. You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. How could I know he was there, when I worn’t there myself?”
“What! did he get in while you were away?”