"The damned, canting, sniveling old thief! No wonder he's got money! He probably stole it where he came from! Jake, we've got to go back and make him give this money back--come on!" "Make who give it back ?" I asked.
"Who ?" said he.

"Why old DeWitt Clinton Wade, the old thief! Who else had the key to the office or knew how to open that safe?
Come on, Jake, and bring your pistol!" I handed him the pistol.
"I agreed to guard you and the county's money," I said, "and that's all.
You hain't got the county's money, it seems, and my job's over.

I've got to break prairie to-day, and I guess I'd better be going!" I passed out of the door, and as I went I heard them--the judge and his wife, and I thought Virginia joined in--condemning me for deserting them.

But I needed to think this thing over before I could see into it.
It looked pretty dark for some one then, and I saw it was a matter to see N.V.about before taking any further part.
I never have seen through it.

There it was: The money in the treasury, and supposed to be in the bag, and placed in Governor Wade's safe.