"
"I'll look out for that," said Mrs. Perkins, smiling.
"Perhaps I had better leave you a pistol, my dear?"
"I am afraid I should not know how to use it."
"You might tie my hands," suggested Luke.
"That wouldn't prevent your walking away."
"Then my feet."
"It won't be necessary, husband," said Mrs. Perkins.
"I've got the poker and tongs ready."
But, though treated in this jesting manner, Luke could not help
feeling a little anxious. For aught he knew, the tin box taken
from his mother's trunk might be the same which had been stolen
from the bank. In that case Roland Reed was not likely to appear
again, and his story would be disbelieved. It was a strange one,
he could not help admitting to himself. Yet he could not believe
that the mysterious stranger was a burglar. If he were, it seemed
very improbable that he would have left his booty within half a mile
of the bank, in the very village where the theft had been committed.
It was all very queer, and he could not see into the mystery.
"I should like to do something," thought Luke. "It's dull
work sitting here with folded hands."
"Isn't there something I can do, Mrs.
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