They have been traced to that place, and there lost sight of.

Have you no clue, can you suggest no clue, to their recovery ?' 'Did I always say, Thomas,' cried Short, turning with a look of amazement to his friend, 'that there was sure to be an inquiry after them two travellers ?' 'YOU said!' returned Mr Codlin.

'Did I always say that that 'ere blessed child was the most interesting I ever see?
Did I always say I loved her, and doated on her?
Pretty creetur, I think I hear her now.
"Codlin's my friend," she says, with a tear of gratitude a trickling down her little eye; "Codlin's my friend," she says--"not Short.
Short's very well," she says; "I've no quarrel with Short; he means kind, I dare say; but Codlin," she says, "has the feelings for my money, though he mayn't look it."' Repeating these words with great emotion, Mr Codlin rubbed the bridge of his nose with his coat-sleeve, and shaking his head mournfully from side to side, left the single gentleman to infer that, from the moment when he lost sight of his dear young charge, his peace of mind and happiness had fled.
'Good Heaven!' said the single gentleman, pacing up and down the room, 'have I found these men at last, only to discover that they can give me no information or assistance! It would have been better to have lived on, in hope, from day to day, and never to have lighted on them, than to have my expectations scattered thus.' 'Stay a minute,' said Short.

'A man of the name of Jerry--you know Jerry, Thomas ?' 'Oh, don't talk to me of Jerrys,' replied Mr Codlin.

'How can I care a pinch of snuff for Jerrys, when I think of that 'ere darling child?
"Codlin's my friend," she says, "dear, good, kind Codlin, as is always a devising pleasures for me! I don't object to Short," she says, "but I cotton to Codlin." Once,' said that gentleman reflectively, 'she called me Father Codlin.