"You villain!" exclaimed the farmer, furiously; "give me back my money."
"Your money, old potato digger!" returned Carden. "Who's got your money?"
"You have."
"It's a lie. How could I get hold of your money?"
"What have you been doing in the barn?" asked Anak.
"Lying down on the hay, if you must know," returned Carden. "I got turned out of my boarding-place because I couldn't pay my board, and I thought Old Turnip-Top here wouldn't mind my getting a free bed lying on his hay."
"That's a lie," said Tarbox, in excitement; "you've got my money in your pocket—three or four hundred dollars."
"Where did I get hold of it? Do you keep money in your barn?" sneered the canvas man.
"Carden, it's no use pretending ignorance; you found out that our friend here had money concealed under the barn floor—Charlie saw you spying this afternoon—and you thought to-night would be a good chance to secure it."