Pawkins, calmly, "they air guilty, the two
on 'em, of stealin' aout o' the Peskiwanchow ho-tel."
"What did they steal out?" asked the Richards boys.
"Clothes, I guess, boots, some money, books, I don't know all what, and
it don't consarn me any; but them boys had best look spry and git aout
o' this." With these words, the gentleman of American extraction
finished his last piece of pie.
Sylvanus rose cheerfully. He was so radiant over it that Tryphena
thought him really handsome. He whispered to Rufus and to Ben; then
remarked to Timotheus that he had perhaps better remain, in case the
Squire should send for him. Next, he turned to Mr. Pawkins, and said: "A
man mought as well be hung fer a sheep as fer a lamb, Mr. Pawkins, and
sence they's a warn't out to 'raist me and Timotheus, we ain't a goin'
to put the law to no more trouble 'bout a new one. Ef you'll come
outside, I'll show you some o' them things we stoled out'n the
Peskiwanchow tav." So Sylvanus took the accuser of the brethren by one
arm, and Rufus linked his lovingly in the other, while Ben, with a
glance of intelligence at Serlizer, and another at his top boots,
followed.
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