The boy looked up into Yancy's face.

That tense silence had struck a chill through his heart.
"It's all right," whispered Yancy reassuringly, smiling down upon him.
And Hannibal, comforted, smiled back, and nestled his head against his Uncle Bob's side.
"Well, Mr.Blount, what did you do with this here order ?" asked the squire.
"I went with it to Scratch Hill," said Blount.
"And showed it to Bob Yancy ?" asked the squire.
"No, he wa'n't there.

But the boy was, and I took him in my buggy and drove off.

I'd got as far as the Ox Road forks when I met Yancy--" "What happened then ?--but a body don't need to ask! Looks like the law was all you had on your side!" and the squire glanced waggishly about the room.
"I showed Yancy the order--" "You lie, Dave Blount; you didn't!" said Yancy.

"But I can't say as it would have made no difference, Squire.