"You are sure the boys are not here?" said the man, with a
doubting, dissatisfied manner.

"See for yourself, Mr. Harrison!"

"Perhaps they are in the parlor?"

"Step in, sir," coolly returned Matthew. The man went through the
door into the sitting-room, but came back immediately.

"Not there?" said Matthew. The man shook his head. "I don't think
you'll find them about here," added the bar-keeper.

Mr. Harrison--this was the name by which Matthew addressed him--
stood musing and irresolute for some minutes. He could not be
mistaken about the entrance of his sons, and yet they were not
there. His manner was much perplexed. At length he took a seat, in
a far corner of the bar-room, somewhat beyond the line of
observation, evidently with the purpose of waiting to see if those
he sought would come in. He had not been there long, before two
young men entered, whose appearance at once excited his interest.
They went up to the bar and called for liquor. As Matthew set the
decanter before them, he leaned over the counter, and said
something in a whisper.

"Where?" was instantly ejaculated, in surprise, and both of the
young men glanced uneasily about the room. They met the eyes of
Mr. Harrison, fixed intently upon them. I do not think, from the
way they swallowed their brandy and water, that it was enjoyed
very much.