The act was instinctive, since there was no reason to believe that the captain had the least interest in the boy.

Smilingly Murrell reined in his horse.
"Why--Bob Yancy!" he cried, in apparent astonishment.
"Yes, sir--Bob Yancy.

Does it happen you are looking fo' him, Captain ?" inquired Yancy.
"No--no, Bob.

I'm on my way West.

Shake hands." His manner was frank and winning, and Yancy met it with an equal frankness.
"Well, sir, me and my nevvy are glad to meet some one we've knowed afore.