he matter had been broached, that he could speak of
Charlie's plight to friendly hearers. "Jack said he was trying to get
away with them, and there's an indictment against him at Indianapolis."

"Oh, they won't catch him," said Lois in her spacious fashion. "They
never catch anybody."

This was a well-intentioned effort to eliminate Charles and his troubles
from the conversation; but Fred, not heeding, spoke again directly to
Amzi.

"I think it wasn't altogether Charlie's fault that he got mixed up in
this. The temptation to keep the bonds must have been strong. But he
ought to have turned them over. I can't defend his not doing it."

Amzi was still annoyed by his unfortunate reference to the sheriff. He
fumbled in his breast pocket and drew out a brown envelope.

"I've got something for you, Fred, that ought to cheer you up. Charlie's
troubles haven't anything to do with you. Here's the deed you gave Mr.
Kirkwood for your farm. It's never been recorded, and it stands as
though it had never been made. I told Tom he had got back enough money
to straighten up the Sycamore business out of those construction fellows
without taking your farm, and here you are. I've been holding it a
little while just to see how you would take your troubles. Burn it; and
now let's forget about Charlie."

Fred stared, frowning, at the deed which Amzi tossed across the table.

"This isn't right; it isn't square," he began.

"Be careful how you sign papers. You may not get 'em back the next time.
They tried to swindle you out of your share in your father's estate--a
clean case on Charlie's part, as everybody knows. You needn't worry
about Charlie. He got a lot of stuff that never figured in his
administrator's inventory. The Sycamore Company's perfectly satisfied
with what's been wrung out of the other fellows, and if Charlie really
has some of those bonds, they belong to you."

Lois shrugged her shoulders. The subject was distasteful. Discussions of
disagreeable business affairs were not to her liking; and she was
sincerely sorry for Fred's discomfiture.

"The sheriff's mistaken," remarked Phil. "Charlie hasn't any of those
bonds, and Jack won't catch him; not to-day."

At an early age Phil had learned the dramatic value of downright
statements. She helped herself to an olive and waited for Amzi to
explode. He exploded immediately.

"Charlie hasn't them! Jack won't catch him?"

"Of course not. I have the bonds and Charlie's a lon