Search me if you will.

You will find naught else." "Search him! search him well!" said Sir James to his servants, almost panting in his ire.

"The knave was never sent to the Duke with nothing hut this in his keeping.

Find it instantly! I love not these delays!" Instantly Tom was laid on his back upon the floor, and such a search was made of his dress and person as was a matter of curiosity and amaze to himself.

Even his nose and ears and mouth were explored by rough fingers, in a fashion none too gentle; whilst his clothing was well-nigh ripped to pieces, and he wondered how he should ever make it fit for wear again.