"Well, I rather guess it's my business--" began the other. But Doctor Emery held up a hand. "Leave him to me, if you please, Mr. Mercer," he said quietly. "Porter, this gentleman tells me that he discovered a boy, presumably one of my boys, fishing at the bottom of his meadow at about four o'clock yesterday afternoon. The boy saw him coming and ran away, leaving this pole behind him. The boy wore--" "Ask him what he wore," interrupted Farmer Mercer. "Just what I have on now," answered Roy. "And this cap," he added, holding it forth. "Yes, you had a cap all right," said the farmer. "But I don't suppose you happened to have on a red sweater, eh? A dark red one?" "No, I didn't, sir," replied Roy. "You have such a sweater, I understand, however," said the Doctor. "Yes, sir, I have a crimson sweater." "That's what it was, crimson," said the farmer. "But I didn't wear it yesterday. I haven't had it on since camp." "Have you loaned it to any one recently?" asked the Doctor. "No, sir." "Where is it kept?" "In my trunk." "Could any one borrow it without your knowing of it?" "Why, I suppose so, sir; that is, if my trunk was unlocked." "Do you keep it unlocked?" "No, sir, not very often." "Then you think it would have been impossible for anyone to have taken it without your knowledge?" "I think it would, sir." "Do you know of anyone else in school who has a red sweater?" "No, sir. Gallup has a red and white striped one." "There wasn't no stripes on the one I saw," said Farmer Mercer decidedly. "Porter," said the Doctor after a moment's silence. "I'm sorry that I can't bring myself to believe your story. Is there anyone who can substantiate it? Were you alone yesterday afternoon?" "I'm sorry, sir, that you won't believe me. I wasn't on this man's land yesterday, and I don't think I ever was. Anyhow, I never fished on it. I've never fished since I came here." "I hope you are telling the truth," answered the Doctor gently. "But circumstantial evidence is sadly against you. There is no one who can prove that you were at the Deep Hole at four o'clock?" "No, sir, no one knows that I was there at that time." Chub, he reflected, had left him at least a quarter of an hour before and so couldn't have been sure of his whereabouts at four o'clock. "Hm! That's unfortunate," said the Doctor. He turned to Farmer Mercer. "I don't think I need trouble you to remain, sir. I regret deeply that this has occurred and assure you that punishment will be justly meted out to the culprit." The farmer arose. "It's got to be stopped, Doctor," he said. "As for the culprit you've got him right here. That's the boy without a doubt. Put him in his red sweater and I'll tell you mighty quick. Just about his height he was, and kinder slimmish like. Well, you know you own business best. Good morning, Doctor." And the farmer passed out with a final ugly look at Roy. CHAPTER XXIII ON INNER BOUNDS