Do you think I shall stand that?” exclaimed Mr Roberts, in an angry tone, to an old man who had recently entered his service. “I do not know how it happened, sir,” replied the man. “But I’ll take my oath I locked the stable door last night.” “After the horse was stolen, I suppose.” “No, Mr Roberts, before, and that I’ll swear to,” said Harry. “I was with Crofts; indeed it was I that did lock the door, because he had his hands full of candles and things.” “You did, did you, Saunders? Well, I can’t doubt your word,” said the landlord. “And it’s the first time mine was ever doubted, sir,” added the stranger sorrowfully. “Why, you see my man it won’t do to trust strangers in a colony like this, though you do look like an honest fellow, and I don’t want to be hard upon you, especially as you were recommended by Mr Manners; but there’s no time to be lost.
