"Good sign!" observed Hewitt; "got no money with him—makes it easier for us."
In a little while Wilks approached a small crowd gathered about a woman fiddler. Hewitt touched my arm, and a few quick steps took us past our man and to the opposite side of the crowd. When Wilks emerged, he met us coming in the opposite direction.
"What, Sim!" burst out Hewitt with apparent delight. "I haven't piped your mug[[A]] for a stretch;[[B]] I thought you'd fell.[[C]] Where's your cady?"[[D]]
A [Seen your face.]
B [A year.]
C [Been imprisoned.]