ticularly pleased over the turn affairs seemed to be taking. "He may be guilty and he may not be, I rather think you had better hold this young fellow for awhile yet."
"Just as you say."
"You may hold me if you wish," put in the young auctioneer. "But if you want to get all of your stuff back you had better follow up this Yedley."
"I'll do that," returned the constable. "I have an idea I can find out where he has gone to. He has several old hang-outs here, and most likely he'll be at one or another of them."
"Are any of the places close at hand?"
"He used to put up at a shanty back here in the woods," was the slow reply. "It is possible he has struck for that place—or else for Bill Voegler's barn."
"Supposing we three make for the shanty without delay?"
The matter was talked over, and finally Isaac Marvelling, urged on solely by the desire to recover his goods and not to clear Matt, consented to accompany the others to the place the constable had named.
It was a dark and lonely road the trio had to travel. But Jackson knew the way well, and to avoid suspicion, put out the light. He cautioned
