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.