"What's going to be done?
Don't you know that every second is precious ?" "I am about to conclude my investigations, sir," said the judge with dignity.
Carrington stepped to the door.

After all, what was there to expect of these men?
Whatever their interest, it was plainly centered in the boy.
He passed out into the hall.
As the door closed on him the judge turned again to the Scratch Hiller.
"Mr.Yancy, Mr.Mahaffy and I hold your nephew in the tenderest regard, he has been our constant companion ever since you were lost to him.

In this crisis you may rely upon us; we are committed to his recovery, no matter what it involves." The judge's tone was one of unalterable resolution.
"I reckon you-all have been mighty good and kind to him," said Yancy huskily.
"We have endeavored to be, Mr.Yancy--indeed I had formed the resolution legally to adopt him should you not come to claim him.

I should have given him my name, and made him my heir.

His education has already begun, under my supervision," and the judge, remembering the high use to which he had dedicated one of Pegloe's trade labels, fairly glowed with philanthropic fervor.
"Think of that!" murmured Yancy softly.