Madden's face, and blurted, “If I 'ad it, I'd bring it back—'onest!”
Leonard suddenly recalled his suspicions. He looked at Farnol Greer, whose timely shouting and attack had practically quelled the rising. For a moment Madden's old friendship for Smith and his new gratitude for this silent unknown youth struggled, then he said:
“Greer, do you know anything about that chest?”
A look of blank surprise, then indignation went over Greer's heavy serious face, then he said bitingly:
“You sure stand by your pal, all right,” and moved out of the cabin without another word.
Caradoc lay dry and burning on the hot bunk, his big hands pressed to his forehead, eyes clenched shut.
“I don't know what to do!” cried Madden miserably. “Hogan, Deschaillon, for God's sake, if you know anything about that medicine chest, tell me—I'm not accusing anybody!”
“Sure, sure,” cried Hogan sympathetically, “Oi'm sorry Oi ain't got it. If Oi only had me chance again I'd stole it long ago!”
