THE ACCUSED
Not for a moment did Fred believe it possible Sam had done anything
dishonest in regard to the money, and yet it seemed very singular that
he could have been robbed without knowing when the deed was committed.
He had no opportunity to speak privately to the accused boy, because of
the strict watch maintained by the cashier, but he remained very near
him, as if eager to show confidence in his innocence.
From the time the miner had been sent in search of an officer not a word
was spoken. Now and then Sam glanced at his friend as if to ask that his
story be credited, and the accuser kept a strict watch over every
movement.
There was no parley when the officer arrived, his duty was to take the
prisoner away, and he did so in a matter-of-fact manner which aroused
all of Fred's anger.
"It wouldn't do him any harm to say he knows you ain't a thief," he
whispered, "but never mind, old fellow, Bill an' Joe shall come to see
you."
"Believe I've told the truth, an' that is enough for me," Sam replied,
with a choking sob. "Tell the folks at home about it, but try to make
'em know I never stole a dollar."
Fred promised to do this, and would have accompanied his friend to the
depot but for the cashier, who said, sternly:
"I insist on your remaining here. A large amount of money is missing;
you boys have got a secret between you, and it may have some connection
with the robbery. I will not allow you to talk with the prisoner."
"Do as he says, an' don't have any row," Sam added.
"I'll stay here," was the reply, "and when Mr. Wright gets back we'll
see what he's got to say about it."
"It's time for the train," the constable interrupted.
"Go on quickly, Sam, before a crowd gathers."
Fred gazed after the accused until he was lost to view in the distance,
and then turned away with a heavy heart.
The cashier had nothing more to say about the robbery, but he found
plenty of work for the boy to do, much as if wishing to keep him in
sight until Mr. Wright came home.
It was half-past eight when the last train arrived and the
superintendent was not on it.
Fred should have been home two hours before, and his mother, always in
fear of an accident since the explosion, came in search of him.
To her the story of Sam's misfortune was told, and she at once demanded
a private interview with the cashier.
"Don't tell him why we wanted to buy land," Fred whispered, and his
mother promised to keep the secret for a short time at least.
Ten minutes' conversation with the angry official sufficed, and then the
two went to Sam's home, where the sad news was told.
Not until ten o'clock did Fred and his mother reach the little cottage
where Bill and Joe were impatiently awaiting their arrival.
"We've heard something about the trouble," the former said, "and want to
know all the perticlars."
Fred repeated what has already been told, and added:
"What he said concerning the land we talked of buying has made the
cashier more suspicious than he would have been. It's too bad to give
the secret away, but it must be done unless the money can be found."
"There's no reason why we can't wait a while," Joe said after some
thought. "I'll go to Blacktown to-morrow, an' see him."
"You surely can't think he took it?"
"Of course not, an' yet I don't understand how it could 'a been stole."
"He must have lost the money."
"It wouldn't be a bad plan for us to walk to Blacktown over the same
path he took," Bill said. "Fred can show us the way."
"I don't believe they'll let me leave. The cashier seems to think I'm
concerned in the robbery."
"It won't take me long to tell him he don't run this place. I'll go to
Mr. Wright's house, find out when he's likely to be back, an' then tend
to the other matter. Joe, wait here."
The miner was not absent more than an hour, and when he returned the
others had come to the conclusion that Sam had lost the money before
reaching the coal vein.
"Mr. Wright has jest telegraphed that he's on his way to New York, so we
may not see him for two or three days. I've told the folks at the store
what's to be done, an' though there's some kickin' about Fred's leavin',
they don't dare to say very much."
Then the sad visaged party separated to get as much rest as possible,
and at early dawn the miners were at Mrs. Byram's again.
Believing Sam had traveled over nearly the same course as that taken by
he and Fred, the latter did his best to guide the searchers correctly.
"There's no use to hunt round very much till we strike the vein, for
there's where he missed the money, so we'd better travel at our best
gait to that place," Joe said, as he led the way with Fred by his side.
The sun had been above the horizon but a few moments when they reached
the scene of the discovery, and despite Sam's dangerous position Bill
insisted on viewing the out-cropping of coal.
"It's a true vein, there's no question of that," he said, after a
careful examination, "an' we must hustle to get the cash what's needed
to buy the property."
"I'd be willin' to give up my share if Sam was out of his scrape."
"You won't do any such foolish thing. We'll help the lad an' ourselves
at the same time, for there's a chance to get rich here which mustn't be
lost," and Bill covered the spur once more.
Now the search was begun. Fred led the way slowly, the others following
a short distance behind, and all three scrutinized the ground carefully.
Not a word was spoken by either until they were on the highway near
Blacktown, and then Bill said sadly:
"If it was lost somebody has found it, an' in case thieves run him down
it ain't likely they're going to be so foolish as to give us a chance to
get on their track."
"Where are we to go now?" Fred asked.
"We'll see a lawyer if there's one in the place, an' then have a talk
with Sam."
There was no trouble about getting legal advice, and in the company of a
kindly-faced gentleman the party were ushered into the jail where Sam,
in the lowest depths of despair, was found.
"Oh, I'm so glad you've come!" he cried, seizing Fred by both hands. "It
has been terrible here."
"Don't be downhearted, lad," Bill said, with an attempt at cheerfulness.
"We'll stick by you no matter what happens."
"I want you to tell me the whole story," the lawyer interrupted.
"Describe every little particular of the journey."
"There isn't much to tell. I got the money, an' walked as fast as I
could to a place on the mountain, where I laid down to rest, an' fell
asleep. When I woke up the package was gone."
"Did you see anyone who might be following you?"
"No sir."
"Whom did you meet after leaving the town?"
"Not a single person."
"Are you certain the money was in your pocket when you laid down?"
"I felt of it a little while before that."
The lawyer continued to question Sam for a long while, but without
gaining any new information, and even the boy's friends were forced to
admit that the story was a strange one.
"I'd say it was thin if I didn't know Sam so well," Bill mused as the
party left the jail after promising the prisoner they would return at
the earliest opportunity.
"The boy couldn't 'a took the money, that's certain; but how he
contrived to get rid of it beats me."
"It is possible we may learn something to our advantage before the trial
can be held," the lawyer suggested in a tone which to Fred sounded the
reverse of cheerful; "but I think it very important you should see Mr.
Wright without delay."
"Joe shall go to New York."
"How could I find him there?"
"Fred and me'll get right back to Farley's, ask for his address, an'
send it to you by telegraph."
"That is a very good idea. A train leaves in less than an hour," the
lawyer said approvingly. "Decide where the message shall be sent, and it
will be there before he arrives."
Joe was unwilling to take so much responsibility upon himself, and urged
that he did not look fit to visit the city; but Bill overruled all his
objections.
"You're the one to go, so that settles it," the miner said as he pulled
out his wallet. "Here's what money I've got, an' if more's needed let me
know."
"What am I to say to the superintendent if I see him?"
"Urge that no further steps be taken against the boy. After what you say
he did during the riot the officers of the company should be lenient."
"But that kind of talk sounds as if you believed he'd stole the money,"
Bill exclaimed in surprise.
"The case looks very bad for him, and if it should be called up before
we found some evidence in his favor he would most certainly be
convicted."
Sam's friends gazed at each other in astonishment. That the lawyer
employed to defend him should thus intimate he was guilty almost shook
their faith in the boy's innocence.
"You must go all the same," Bill said, after a long pause, "an' me an'
Fred will toddle back home."
The adieus consisted only of the words "good-bye," and then the miner
and the boy turned their faces toward Farley's once more.
"It seems as if finding the coal was bad luck for us," Fred said when
they were on the mountain. "If it hadn't been for that, poor Sam never
would have thought of walking home."
"I don't go very much on what folks call luck, lad. The thing was bound
to come whether you saw the vein or not, so we must buck agin it."
"The lawyer thinks Sam stole the money."
"An' more'n he'll believe the same if somethin' don't turn up."
"I can't fancy what could happen to help him unless the thief himself
came forward to tell the whole story."
"It does look kinder black, but we mustn't lose heart."
"Of course this settles our chances of buying the land."
"Nothin' of the kind. My day is broke up now, an' I'll spend the rest of
it lookin around a bit."
"Sam will need all the money we've got to spend."
"I've a little laid by for a rainy day, an' with what Joe can raise we
oughter pull through on both jobs."
On arriving at the spur another search was made with the same result as
before, and then the two hurried on, sending a telegram to Joe
immediately after reaching the town.