establishment. The goring of his ox had opened his eyes to the
true merits of the question. While he was yet in the bar-room,
young Hammond made his appearance. His look was wild and excited.
First he called for brandy, and drank with the eagerness of a man
long athirst.

"Where is Green?" I heard him inquire, as he set his glass upon
the counter.

"Haven't seen anything of him since supper," was answered by
Matthew.

"Is he in his room?"

"I think it probable."

"Has Judge Lyman been about here tonight?"

"Yes. He spouted here for half an hour against the temperance
party, as usual, and then"--Matthew tossed his head toward the
door leading to the sitting-room.

Hammond was moving toward this door, when, in glancing around the
room, he encountered the fixed gaze of Mr. Harrison--a gaze that
instantly checked his progress. Returning to the bar, and leaning
over the counter, he said to Matthew:

"What has sent him here?"

Matthew winked knowingly.