He passes along the same path at the same hour, and to whom should he be going except to the convict ?" Here was luck indeed! And yet I suppressed all appearance of interest.

A child! Barrymore had said that our unknown was supplied by a boy.

It was on his track, and not upon the convict's, that Frankland had stumbled.
If I could get his knowledge it might save me a long and weary hunt.

But incredulity and indifference were evidently my strongest cards.
"I should say that it was much more likely that it was the son of one of the moorland shepherds taking out his father's dinner." The least appearance of opposition struck fire out of the old autocrat.
His eyes looked malignantly at me, and his gray whiskers bristled like those of an angry cat.
"Indeed, sir!" said he, pointing out over the wide-stretching moor.

"Do you see that Black Tor over yonder?
Well, do you see the low hill beyond with the thornbush upon it?
It is the stoniest part of the whole moor.
Is that a place where a shepherd would be likely to take his station?
Your suggestion, sir, is a most absurd one." I meekly answered that I had spoken without knowing all the facts.