suit. Where is it?"

"I saw a fat tramp running away into the woods," returned Farr, quietly.
"He was carrying articles in his arms."

"You're the only tramp in sight around here," insisted the contractor.
"Where did you hide the plunder?"

"She said she fed a tramp. She left him at the back door. You're the
sneak," indorsed the panting emissary.

"If you will take me back to the house you may get some new light on the
affair," suggested their captive. "You need not drag me there. I'll go
with much pleasure."

The mistress of the despoiled home, red of eyes, hurrying from her sink
with a cold compress in her trembling hands, viewed Farr from her back
door.

"That isn't the man. I never saw him before. Oh, he is in awful pain.
Why doesn't that doctor get here? But there doesn't seem to be anything
broken. He took my pocketbook, too, with two dollars and twenty-seven
cents in it. And it's every cent of money we've got by us. And it may be
weeks before he can go to work again. Troubles don't come singly. That
mis'able, fat, greasy thief! After I had fed him--even gave him pie!"

"As I told you, gentlemen, it was a fat tramp. I saw him run away into
the woods."

"If you call yourself a man why didn't you chase him?" inquired the