CHAPTER X
WALTER SHOWS HIS PLUCK
"And is that all you have to say?" asked Caleb Walton, after a few seconds of silence, during which lie gazed so sharply at Jim Haskett that the fellow felt compelled to drop his eyes. "Because a fellow dreams about a gold piece, must you accuse him of stealing?"
"That's all right, too," responded Haskett, doggedly. "I know he wouldn't dream that way unless there was something in the wind. I'm satisfied he took the money."
"And I am satisfied that he is innocent," cried Caleb. "That boy would never steal a cent from anybody."
"Why, he was after a thief himself before he left Boston," put in Paul, who had now sought protection behind the old gunner.
"Well, suit yourselves," answered Haskett, with a shrug of his somewhat rounded shoulders. "But let me tell you that I won't allow Russell, Doring,
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