And the sergeant's eyes opened wide. “Oh!” he said. “You're that fellow!”
“What did you say?” asked Samuel.
“The chief wants to see you,” replied the other.
And so Samuel was escorted into the private room, where Chief McCullagh, red-faced and burly, sat at his desk. When he saw Samuel he bounded to his feet. “So here you are!” he cried.
To the sergeant he said, “Leave us alone.” And when the man had shut the door, he strode toward Samuel, and thrust a finger into his face. “Young fellow,” he cried, “you promised me you would get out of this town!”
“No!” exclaimed the boy.
“What?” roared the other.
“No, sir! It was Charlie Swift promised you that!”
“And what did you promise?”
“I promised I wouldn't tell anyone about—about Master Albert, sir. And I haven't done it.”