Haines was a small, sandy-complexioned man, with a straggling beard and light blue eyes.
He appeared competent enough, a bundle of nervous energy, and yet there was something about the fellow which instantly impressed me unfavorably--probably his short, jerky manner of speech, and his inability to look straight at you.
"Pete has been telling me who you are, Lieutenant," he said, as we shook hands, "and putting some other things together I can guess the rest.

You came south on the _Warrior_." "From Fort Armstrong--yes; who told you this ?" "Captain Thockmorton.

I saw him in St.Louis, and he seemed deeply grieved by your sudden disappearance.

No one on board was able to explain what had occurred." "Yet there were two men on the boat who could have explained, if they had cared to do so," I answered drily.

"I mean Kirby and Carver; they were the ones who threw me overboard." He dropped into a chair, his keen, ferret eyes on my face.
"Kirby and Carver?
They went ashore with the Judge's body at the Landing.