CHAPTER XXI.
EVERY ONE EXPLAINS.
At Bim's growl, Billy Brackett said "Be quiet, sir!" and looked up.

He wondered somewhat at the number of persons advancing towards him, and was also surprised to note that, with one exception, they were all people whom he knew.

He recognized Sabella and her uncle, the wharf-boat man, the printer, and even the Sheriff of Dubuque County.
The only one of the group whom he had not seen before was the gentlemanly and thoroughly honest-looking young fellow upon whose shoulder the Sheriff had just laid his hand, saying, "I want you, my boy." "I expect I want him more than you do, Sheriff," remarked Billy Brackett, quietly, stepping forward and laying a hand on Winn's other shoulder.

"You take him to be a thief, while I take him to be my nephew; and, of course, if he is the one, he can't be the other.

Isn't your name Winn Caspar?
Answer me that, you young rascal!" "Yes," replied Winn, slowly, "that is my name.