"You drove off from Stanley Junction that night with it."
"Prove it!"
"You and your tramp friend. I was at Dover to-day. Your tramp friend sold those two horses belonging to Cohen twenty miles further on, I learned."
"Drat him!" snarled Ike viciously.
"You wasn't with him. Did he give you the slip, and leave you in the lurch? It looks so. I wouldn't hold the bag for anybody, if I were you, Ike Slump," rallied Ralph.
"See here, Fairbanks," gritted Ike between his set teeth, "you know too much, you do!"
"Now what, in the meantime, became of the stolen brass fittings? You know. Tell. Give the company a square deal, and take another chance to drop bad company and behave yourself."
"I won't go home," declared Ike, with knit, sullen brows. "You start on about your business, and leave me to mine."
"All right," said Ralph. "I'd be a friend to you if you would let me. By the way, what is your business, Slump? Ah, I see—building a raft?"
"What of it?"
"And what for?"
