“Jessie, you have no right to talk in that way. I’m not standing up for
him at all. I’m only trying to get you to look at the facts of the case
in a sensible way.”
“But there’s nothing sensible in inviting a jail bird to the house, and
having him stay all night. It isn’t the sort of thing you can prepare
yourself to bear up under in dignified fashion.”
“Shall I go up to town and get the constable to come down and arrest
him?” asked Rex.
“You can’t do that!” returned Roy promptly. “He hasn’t committed any
crime.”
“But if we wait till he does commit one, it will be like locking the
stable door after the horse has been stolen.”
“You might go over to the Burtons’, Roy, and get Will to come and stay
with us,” Eva suggested.
“And rouse them up at this hour of the night? It’s getting on to be
eleven o’clock. And it would be a pretty reason to give, wouldn’t it:
‘If you please, Mr. Burton, we invited a convict to spend the night
with us, and now we’re afraid.’”
Eva couldn’t resist smiling at Roy’s way of putting it.
Rex yawned heavily.
“I’m awfully sleepy,” he said.
“Yes; and you and Rex were the ones who were to stand guard,” Jess
reminded him promptly.
“Well, I’m beginning to agree with Eva now,” Rex returned. “I haven’t
an idea that man intends to harm any of us. Perhaps there is some
mistake after all and he isn’t Martin Blakesley, only somebody that
looks like him.”
“I don’t go to bed on any such uncertainty as that,” declared Jess.
“What would we do if we stayed up and we heard him coming down stairs
to burglarize the house?” Rex wanted to know.
“If you and Roy weren’t shaking in your boots too much to take aim you
might bring him to a halt by pointing Syd’s pistol at his head.”
“I suppose we could ask him to wait first till we ran up to Syd’s
bureau drawer and got it,” retorted Rex with fine irony.
“Mercy sakes! There he is right in the room with the only weapon we’ve
got in the house!” and Jess looked really terrified now. “Why didn’t
one of you think to take it out?”
“Why didn’t you think to tell us who Mr. Keeler was before we asked him
to stay all night?” Eva retorted. “You said you knew all the time you
had seen him somewhere before.”
“The boys had no business to pick up a stranger and bring him to the
house in this way,” Jess replied. “What do you suppose mother will say
when we tell her?”
“You needn’t tell her,” said Rex.
“Needn’t tell her!” exclaimed Jess. “When she finds half the silver
gone and Syd’s pistol missing I suppose we can say that the cat carried
them off.”
“Well, I didn’t pick the fellow up,” affirmed Rex. “It was Roy. He
called to me to come and meet him.”
“And you invited him to the house,” Roy couldn’t resist adding.
“Come,” interposed Eva, “stop quarreling over what is past and decide
what we must do in the present. For my part I can’t think we are in any
personal danger. If the man up stairs is the same one described in the
book he has evidently reformed.”
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