Mahaffy followed him.
"What's wanted ?" asked the judge, as he lurched up to horse and rider, holding his candle aloft.

The light showed a tail fellow mounted on a handsome bay horse.

It was Murrell.
"Is there an inn hereabouts ?" he asked.
"You'll find one down the road a ways," said Mahaffy.

The judge said nothing.

He was staring up at Murrell with drunken gravity.
"Have either of you gentlemen seen a boy go through here to-day?
A boy about ten years old ?" Murrell glanced from one to the other.