"Do you mean to say I lie, Rover? Take care, or you may be sorry
for what you say!"
"You can't pull the wool over my eyes, Baxter. That man's name is
no more Nolly than mine is George Washington or yours William
McKinley."
"Isn't it? Then perhaps you know his real name."
"I do. His name is Arnold Baxter."
Had a bomb exploded at Baxter's ear he would not have appeared
more astonished.
"Say, who told you that?" he demanded fiercely and caught Tom by
the arm.
"Let go of me, Dan Baxter."
"I say, who told you that?"
"I heard his name in the woods. He was with the man who robbed my
brother Dick of his watch, when we were at home."
"Stuff and nonsense!" growled the bully, but he was very pale, and
his voice shook with emotion. "That man's name is William Nolly.
He used to know my father. That is why I helped him along by
giving him an order for the histories. I don't really want the
books."
"If you was helping him, how is it that Sam and I saw you taking a
roll of bills from him down at the tavern?"
Again Baxter started. "You didn't see no such thing!" he roared,
regardless of his grammar. "I -- that is -- he gave me some
change, that is all.
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