The boy seemed badly frightened.
"Let him go, Tracy," said Frank.
The boy hesitated when released, seeming on the point of running, but pausing to look appealingly at Merry. He was not a bad-looking little chap, although he was rather dirty and unkempt. He had wondrous dark eyes, big and full of interrogation.
"Well, my boy, what do you want?" asked Merry, in a kindly way.
The boy shook his head.
"I want notheenk de señor can gif," he answered, in a low tone.
"How came you around here?"
"I hunt for my seestar."
"Your sister?"