An' I don't care whether you
believe it or not neither," he added, fiercely.
"I didn't say whether I believed it or not," answered Van Bibber, with
grave consideration.
He eyed the man for a brief space without speaking, and the burglar
looked back at him, doggedly and defiantly, and with not the faintest
suggestion of hope in his eyes, or of appeal for mercy. Perhaps it was
because of this fact, or perhaps it was the wife and child that moved
Van Bibber, but whatever his motives were, he acted on them promptly.
"I suppose, though," he said, as though speaking to himself, "that I
ought to give you up."
"I'll never go back alive," said the burglar, quietly.
"Well, that's bad, too," said Van Bibber. "Of course I don't know
whether you're lying or not, and as to your meaning to live honestly,
I very much doubt it; but I'll give you a ticket to wherever your wife
is, and I'll see you on the train. And you can get off at the next
station and rob my house to-morrow night, if you feel that way about
it. Throw those bags inside that door where the servant will see them
before the milkman does, and walk on out ahead of me, and keep your
hands in your pockets, and don't try to run.
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