"Oh, vera hungree, señor!"
"You shall have all you can eat. It's all right, Tracy. You may go. I'll take care of the kid."
"I wish to report, sir," said Tracy, "that Hop Anson is missing."
"What's that? Anson—he's gone?"
"Skipped out last night, sir. He was not to be found this morning. I thought he'd do it, sir."
"Well, let him go. I don't think he'll do much harm."
"If you had listened to me, I'd fixed him so he'd never done any further harm."
"All right, Tracy—all right. I'll see you later."
Tracy left the room.
"Look out for that man, Frank," said Hodge, in an ominous manner. "He is not to be trusted at all."