How about the money?
Have they been able to identify it?"
"In part, yes; there's one bill that puzzles them. It's that of an
old bank in New York City that failed years ago and went out of
business."
Then a moment of silence and that sound of the clocks--like
footsteps of a passing caravan, some slow and heavy, some quick, as
if impatient to be gone.
"Ye speeding seconds!" said Darrel, as he crossed to the bench.
"Still thy noisy feet."
Then he walked up and down, thinking.
The friend of Sidney Trove put on his hat and stood by the door.
"Don't forget," said he, "you have many friends, or I should not be
able to tell you these things. Keep them to yourself and go to
work. Of course you will be able to prove your innocence."
"I thank you with all my heart," said Trove.
"Ay, 'twas friendly," the old man remarked, taking the boy's hand.
"I have to put my trust in Tunk--the poor liar!" said Trove, when
they were alone.
"No," Darrel answered quickly. "Were ye drowning, ye might as well
lay hold of a straw. Trust in thy honour; it is enough."
"Let's go and see Polly," said the young man.
"Ay, she o' the sweet heart," said the tinker; "we'll go at once.
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