"Where's my nevvy, sir--what's all this about him and Miss Betty ?" Yancy's soft drawl was suddenly eager.
"Please God we'll recover him soon!" said the judge.
By the window Carrington moved impatiently.

No harm could come to the boy, but Betty--a shudder went through him.
"They've stolen him." Yancy spoke with conviction.

"I reckon they've started back to No'th Carolina with him--only that don't explain what's come of Miss Betty, does it ?" and he dropped rather helplessly into a chair.
"Bob are just getting off a sick bed.

He's been powerful porely in consequence of having his head laid open and then being throwed into the Elk River, where I fished him out," explained Cavendish, who still continued to regard the judge with unmixed astonishment, first cocking his shaggy head on one side and then on the other, his bleached eyes narrowed to a slit.

Now and then he favored the austere Mahaffy with a fleeting glance.