"The money I hid? I hid no money."
"Oh no, of course not!"
"See here, Haskett, what do you mean?" And Walter strode over to the seaman, his face flushing deeply. "Do you mean to insinuate that I took Si's gold piece and hid it away?"
"He just does," burst out Paul. "And he says you talked in your sleep about it, too."
"It is false—at least, it is false that I took the money. I might have dreamed about it and talked in my sleep. We are not accountable for what we do when we are sleeping."
"Perhaps you took the gold piece when you were asleep," said Haskett, squinting suggestively at those surrounding him.
"The gold piece was taken while Si and I were left behind in Washington. It was taken by some body on the train."
"That's your story—and you've been trying to lay the thing at my door. But I shan't stand it—not me," stormed Haskett. "I heard what you said in your sleep, and so did Cal Blinker. If anybody is guilty, it is you!" And he pointed his long, bony finger full in Walter's face.
By this time a crowd of a dozen or more had
