"I did, and he denied that he was Jed. He calls himself Ralph Clinton."
"Really, this is a most surprising circumstance," said the squire. "The boy is a hardened young villain. His running away from those who are lawfully set over him in authority is a most audacious and highhanded outrage."
"That's what I think," chimed in Percy. "What shall you do about it? Shan't you go after him?"
"I think it my duty to do so. As soon as breakfast is over, ask Mr. Fogson to come round here. Tell him I have news of the fugitive."
Three-quarters of an hour later Simeon Fogson was admitted into the august presence of the Overseer of the Poor.
"I hear you have news of Jed Gilman," he said. "That is what your son Percy tells me."
"It is true, Mr. Fogson. The young scapegrace has joined a company of actors. What is he coming to?"
"To the gallows, I think," answered Fogson. "But how did you learn this?"
"Percy saw him on the stage last evening."