.. you know I'd like to help, if it's anything I can do."
"It is nothing to do with any of us," said Amy, seating herself for a
moment, and letting her hands fall in her lap. "It's just some news that
made me feel sorry. Ware came up with the mail a little while ago, and
he tells us that George Pollock has suddenly reappeared and is living
down at his own place."
"They've arrested him!" cried Bob.
"Not yet; but they will. The sheriff has been notified. Of course, his
friends warned him in time; but he won't go. Says he intends to stay."
"Then he'll go to jail."
"And to prison. What chance has a poor fellow like that without money or
influence? All he has is his denial."
"Then he denies?" asked Bob eagerly.
"Says he knows nothing about Plant's killing. His wife died that same
morning, and he went away because he could not stand it. That's his
story; but the evidence is strong against him, poor fellow."
"Do you believe him?" asked Bob.
Amy swung her foot, pondering.
"No," she said at last. "I believe he killed Plant; and I believe he did
right! Plant killed his wife and child, and took away all his property.
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