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The
old
man
approached
,
and
looked
Hendon
over
,
long
and
earnestly
,
then
shook
his
head
and
said
--
"
Marry
,
this
is
no
Hendon
--
nor
ever
was
!
"
"
Right
!
Thy
old
eyes
are
sound
yet
.
An
'
I
were
Sir
Hugh
,
I
would
take
the
shabby
carle
and
--
"
The
jailer
finished
by
lifting
himself
a-tip-toe
with
an
imaginary
halter
,
at
the
same
time
making
a
gurgling
noise
in
his
throat
suggestive
of
suffocation
.
The
old
man
said
,
vindictively
--
"
Let
him
bless
God
an
'
he
fare
no
worse
.
An
'
I
had
the
handling
o
'
the
villain
he
should
roast
,
or
I
am
no
true
man
!
"
The
jailer
laughed
a
pleasant
hyena
laugh
,
and
said
--
"
Give
him
a
piece
of
thy
mind
,
old
man
--
they
all
do
it
.
Thou
'
lt
find
it
good
diversion
.
"
Then
he
sauntered
toward
his
ante-room
and
disappeared
.
The
old
man
dropped
upon
his
knees
and
whispered
--
"
God
be
thanked
,
thou
'
rt
come
again
,
my
master
!
I
believed
thou
wert
dead
these
seven
years
,
and
lo
,
here
thou
art
alive
!
I
knew
thee
the
moment
I
saw
thee
;
and
main
hard
work
it
was
to
keep
a
stony
countenance
and
seem
to
see
none
here
but
tuppenny
knaves
and
rubbish
o
'
the
streets
.
I
am
old
and
poor
,
Sir
Miles
;
but
say
the
word
and
I
will
go
forth
and
proclaim
the
truth
though
I
be
strangled
for
it
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Hendon
;
"
thou
shalt
not
.
