And, lemme tell you this, on the word of an experienced
gentleman, that is just about what is going to happen. You let two
skunks like that get wise to each other and something desperate is
bound to come off. Yes, sirree, I've fixed Isaac. It's in the air. If
he escapes alive he'll be lucky."
"But I need him to establish my innocence," cried David.
"You just trust to your uncle Frank to do that, sooner or later. I'll
bet my neck, he's actin' so queer these days, and sayin' so many
foolish things that everybody in the township is wonderin' what ails
him. Here's a little piece of rogue's philosophy for you all to
remember: A guilty man is never so guilty as when he realizes that
somebody is dead sure and certain he _is_ guilty. That's why they
confess."
"Dang me, I believe you," said Joey, puffing at his empty pipe.
"Now put it this way," went on the philosopher, turning to David:
"supposin' you actually had killed your grandfather. Would your eyes
be bright and your lips moist? Would you be sleepin' well? Would you
be thinkin' about a gal? Now, just put yourself in that position. No,
sirree, David: you'd be a wreck--a mental, physical wreck, because
you'd know that your uncle knowed that you killed his father.
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