'I should think he must be in the neighbourhood.'
'More likely at St. Omer's.'
'They would scarely take him to the plantations with this war?'
'Let us drink "Confusion to the rebels!"' said the Squire. 'Any news?'
'Howe sails this week,' said the Doctor.
'May he burn Boston!' said the Squire.
'I would rather he would reduce it, without such extremities,' said
Dr. Masham.
'Nothing is to be done without extremities,' said Squire Mountmeadow.
'But this poor child?' said the Doctor, leading back the conversation.
'What can we do?'
'The law of the case is clear,' said the Squire; 'we must move a habeas corpus.'