"I don't think it was a stranger; they told us his name, but I do not know
whether I can call it to mind or not. Let me see, I think it was Hardy or
Hartly, or some such name."

At this juncture, Dick caught Bill's eye, and gave him a look, as much as
to say: "What the d----l do you mean?--Are you going to excite his
suspicions and send him back home to clear himself from imputation?" And
Bill as plainly replied by looks: "Never do you mind. I'll fix it up
right."

While these magnetic looks were exchanged between the murderous reprobates,
Hadley was engaged in trying to think if there was anybody by either of the
names mentioned in the vicinity where Mandeville lived, but he could
remember no one. All at once the thought struck him that he himself might
be the person accused, and the bare idea that such _might_ be the case sent
the blood to his heart and a cold shudder through his frame.--He was pale
as marble, for a moment, and the rascals saw it. Mastering his emotions, he
inquired calmly:

"The name you heard wasn't _Hadley_, was it?"

"No, that wasn't it. I heard his name mentioned, but they said he had
started for Philadelphia the day before the theft."

At this announcement, in spite of himself, Hadley drew a sigh of relief,
and as he did so Bill gave Dick a knowing look. Hadley replied:

"Perhaps the name was Huntly?"

"That's it!" said Bill; "that's the name; I remember it now."