Lon looked puzzled. “Sure, be you?”
“Morally sure.”
“Wal, I ain’t, then,” said Lon. “Why ain’t I? Orkney’s been gone two-three days, hain’t he?”
“He has.”
“Then we’ve got to leave him out. This job was done last night.”
It was Sam’s turn to betray bewilderment. “But—but we know he’d be ready to do it, and there’s nobody else who would. And——”
“No; you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree!” Lon declared. “I was lookin’ over the harnesses yesterday, and there wa’n’t even a good-sized scratch on this one. So ’twa’n’t Orkney, Sam—not unless he come back to do this ’special.”
“But he did the other things,” Sam insisted.
“Swear to it, could you?”
“Why—why, I could—almost.”