"Did you see any one skulking around here last night, Nat Wingate?" asked Sam Randall, bluntly.
"Of course I didn't!" returned Nat, in an offended tone.
"Nor at any time during the afternoon?"
"See here, Randall, what do you mean by asking me such fool questions?" fumed Nat, who seemed to be unduly sensitive.
"Well, why shouldn't I ask 'em?"
"Don't you think that if I had seen any one I would have said something about it?"
"How do I know? You might—"
"Might what? If you think I know who did it, say so right out," snapped Nat, his brown eyes flashing.
"Sam didn't say anything like that," interposed Bob.
"He'd better not," blustered Nat, in war-like tones; "nobody can insult me!"