"You are younger than I am, and maybe can run faster.

I ain't agoing to chance it." Reuben saw that it was of no use to argue and, silent and pale, he walked along by the side of the constable, who retained a tight hold of his collar.

A little crowd gathered speedily round, for such a sight was unusual in Lewes; and Reuben felt thankful when they reached the cells, and he was sheltered from the gaze of the public.

A minute later the head constable came in.
"Now, my lad, don't say anything to criminate yourself," he began; "the less you talk, the better for you.

I am sorry to see you here, for I knew your father, and I have a good character of you from your employer; so I give you my advice--keep your mouth shut." "But I am not going to keep my mouth shut," Reuben said indignantly.