How glad Paul was now he had made no inquiries of the station-master!
"No," said the latter, "I can't say I have, sir, but some of my men may have come across him. I'll inquire—here, Ing, I want you; this gentleman here has lost one of his boys, have you seen him?"
"What sort of a young gentleman was he to look at?" Paul heard Tommy's voice ask.
"A bright intelligent-looking boy," said the Doctor, "medium height, about thirteen, with auburn hair."
"No, I ain't seen no intelligent boys with median 'eight," said Tommy slowly, "not leastways, to speak to positive. What might he 'ave on, now, besides his oburn 'air?"
"Black cloth jacket, with a wide collar," was the answer; "grey trousers, and a cloth cap with a leather peak."
"Oh," said Tommy, "then I see 'im."
"When—where?"
"'Bout arf an 'our since."
"Do you know where he is now?"