Chapter 13 THE POISONED HORSES

For the space of several seconds there was silence-a portentous silence-and then the head of the school, looking from the pin in his hand at the accusing farmer, and thence to the three lads said:

"Do you know, Mr. Appleby, to whom this pin belongs?"

"No, sir, I don't. But I thought maybe you could tell. That's why I come t' see you. If anybo