"Yes, I do. But have you seen him?"
"Yes, he took breakfast here only an hour ago. Son of yours?"
"No, he was my nephew."
"Run away, hey?"
"Yes; he's been acting badly, and I suppose he thought I was going to punish him; so the young rascal took to his heels."
"Sho! you don't say so! He paid for his breakfast all right."
"You can judge how he came by his money," said Mr. Huxter.
"You don't say so! Well, he is a bad case," said the landlord, who concluded, as it was intended he should, that John had stolen the money. "Well, he don't look like it."
"Oh, he's a deep young rascal!" said Mr. Huxter. "You'd think butter wouldn't melt in his mouth; but he's a regular scamp. Which road did he take?"
"He said he was going to Redport."