The judge was visibly affected.
"No!" he roared, with a great oath.

"He shan't have you--I'll see him in the farthest corner of hell first! Is he kin to you ?" "No," said Hannibal.
"Took you to raise, did he--and abused you--infernal hypocrite!" cried the judge with righteous wrath.
"He tried to get me away from my Uncle Bob.

He's been following us since we crossed the mountains." "Where is your Uncle Bob ?" "He's dead." And the child began to weep bitterly.

Much puzzled, the judge regarded him in silence for a moment, then bent and lifted him into his lap.
"There, my son--" he said soothingly.

"Now you tell me when he died, and all about it." "He were killed.