Mark, who was a stout boy, was rather pleased to learn that he weighed within a pound as much as his companion. I suppose most boys are proud of their size.
They had commenced their walk and Mark found that his new acquaintance was a fast walker.
"Does Mr. Taylor ever have any visitors?" asked the lawyer, for such was his profession.
"Not from the village, sir."
"From any other quarter?" asked Hardy.
"He had a call from his nephew, lately."
"Lyman Taylor?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then he has found his uncle's place of concealment. What do you know of the interview?"
Mark gave an account of Lyman's visit, his demand for money, and his threatened violence.