"Have you come to see the prisoner, also, Linton?" asked Florence.
"Yes, Florence. What a desperate-looking ruffian he is! I don't
dare to come too near. How did you break into the bank, Luke?"
First Luke smiled, then he became grave. "After all, it is
no joke to me, Linny," he said. "Think of the disgrace of being
arrested on such a charge."
"The disgrace is in being a burglar, not in being arrested for
one, Luke. Of course, it's absurd. Father wants me to say that if
you are bound over for trial he will go bail for you to any amount."
"Your father is very kind, Linny. I may need to avail myself
of his kindness."
The next day came, and at ten o'clock, Luke, accompanied
by Constable Perkins, entered the room in which Squire Duncan
sat as trial justice. A considerable number of persons were
gathered, for it was a trial in which the whole village was
interested. Among them was Mrs. Larkin, who wore an anxious,
perturbed look.
"Oh, Luke," she said sorrowfully, "how terrible it is to have
you here!"
"Don't be troubled, mother," said Luke. "We both know that
I am innocent, and I rely on God to stand by me.
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