"I've not got them, sir; but I fancy I'm big enough and strong enough to take _him_ without 'em. Something to spare, too." "There's nothing like handcuffs for safety," said the Squire, rather damped, for he believed in them as one of the country's institutions. "Oh, you villain! Perhaps you can tie him with cords?" The thief floundered out of the ditch and stood upon his feet. He did not look an ungentlemanly thief, now you came to see and hear him; and his face, though scared, might have been thought an honest one. He picked up his hat and glasses, and held them in his hand while he spoke, in tones of earnest remonstrance. "Surely, sir, you would not have me taken up for this slight offence! I did not know I was doing wrong, and I doubt if the law would condemn me; I thought it was public property!" "Public property!" cried the Squire, turning red at the words. "Of all the impudent brazen-faced rascals that are cheating the gallows, you must be the worst. My bank-notes public property!" "Your what, sir?" "My bank-notes, you villain. How dare you repeat your insolent questions?" "But I don't know anything about your bank-notes, sir," said the man meekly. "I do not know what you mean." They stood facing each other, a sight for a picture; the Squire with his hands under his coat, dancing a little in rage, his face crimson; the other quite still, holding his hat and gold spectacles, and looking at him in wonder. "You don't know what I mean! When you confessed with your last breath that you had robbed me of my pocket-book!" "I confessed--I have not sought to conceal--that I have robbed the ground of this rare fern," said the man, handling carefully the green stuff in the black bag. "I have not robbed you or any one of anything else." The tone, simple, quiet, self-contained, threw the Squire in amazement. He stood staring. "Are you a fool?" he asked. "What do you suppose I have to do with your rubbishing ferns?" "Nay, I supposed you owned them; that is, owned the land. You led me to believe so, in saying I had robbed you." "What I've lost is a pocket-book, with ten five-pound bank-notes in it; I lost it in the train; it must have been taken as we came through the tunnel; and you sat next but one to me," reiterated the Squire. The man put on his hat and glasses. "I am a geologist and botanist, sir. I came here after this plant to-day--having seen it yesterday, but then I had not my tools with me. I don't know anything about the pocket-book and bank-notes."