“How could I see him when he was a-hoppin’ out of the winder just as I comes in? I tell you I didn’t see him. You couldn’t have sor him either, not with all your learnin’.”
“Then you’ve no idea who it was?”
“Ain’t I? that’s all you know.”
“Why, you say you never saw him. Did you hear his voice?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Has some one told you? Has he come and told you himself?”
“No, he ain’t. Wrong agin.”
“Did he leave anything behind that you would know him by, then?”
The boy looked up sharply at Riddell, who saw that he had made a point, and followed it up.
“What did he leave behind? His cap?” he asked.