He had been sustained by the belief that when he found her he should find his Uncle Bob, too.
"Why, what do you mean, Hannibal--isn't your Uncle Bob with you ?" demanded Betty.
"He got hurt in a fight, and I got separated from him way back yonder just after we came out of the mountains." He looked up piteously into Betty's face.

"But you think he'll find me, don't you ?" "Why, you poor little thing!" cried Betty compassionately, and again she sank on her knees at Hannibal's side, and slipped her arms about him.
The child began to cry softly.
"What ragamuffin's this, Betty ?" growled Ware disgustedly.
But Betty did not seem to hear.
"Did you come alone, Hannibal ?" she asked.
"No, ma'am; the judge and Mr.Mahaffy, they fetched me." The judge had drawn nearer as Betty and Hannibal spoke together, but Mahaffy hung back.

There were gulfs not to be crossed by him.

It was different with the judge; the native magnificence of his mind fitted him for any occasion.

He pulled up his stock, and coaxed a half-inch of limp linen down about his wrists, then very splendidly he lifted his napless hat from his shiny bald head and pressing it against his fat chest with much fervor, elegantly inclined himself from the hips.
"Allow me the honor to present myself, ma'am--Price is my name--Judge Slocum Price.