Hugh handed him a glass of lemonade, which he tossed off.
"Now, then, Sim, haven't I told you this young fellow was like someone, though I couldn't mind who. Don't you see it is our mate, English Bill?"
"Yes, he is like him," Sim said, "now you name it. He is a bit taller, and his figure is loose yet, but he will widen out ontil he is just what Bill wur."
"Like what his uncle was," the doctor broke in; "don't you see, Sim, his uncle was our mate."
"But how can that be, doctor? Don't you hear him say as his uncle is alive in England, and didn't we bury poor Bill?"
"You've heard Hugh say what his uncle came home for. What was Bill going home for, Sim?"
"Ah!" Sim exclaimed suddenly, as a light flashed across him, "it was just what Lightning has been saying. His brother was dead, and he was going home to be guardian to his nephew; and because he had come into an estate."
"Quite so, only he never went, Sim; did he?"
"No, certainly he never went, doc. There is no doubt about that."
"But somebody did go," the doctor said, "and we know who it was. The man who killed him and stole his papers."