They reached the square and mingled with the motly crowd that lined its sides, leaving the centre occupied only by the murderer, his captors, and the master. Followed by the Muggletonian, Landless made his way to where the yellow locks of young Dick Whittington towered above the crowd. The boy saw him coming, and edging past a knot of blacks, met him in a little open space, whose only occupants were two or three women, and an Indian squatting upon the ground. Leaning against a pine, and fixing his gaze and, to all appearance, his attention upon the central group where the overseer was just finishing a circumstantial account of the chase, Landless said quietly:— "You were of the party that took him?" "That I was!" answered the boy gleefully. "Losh! but it was fun!" His blue eyes danced with impish delight; a noiseless laugh showed all his strong white teeth. "We went straight to the spot where you and Mistress Patricia saw him by the lightning. There the dogs struck his trail and the fun commenced. Over streams and fallen trees, and chinquepin ridges; through bogs and myrtle thickets and miles of grape vines—swounds! but it was hot work! Just look at the scratches on my face and hands! Joyce Whitbread would n’t know me! The Court spark, he wore a mask and saved his beauty. He’s a well-plucked one, though, took the lead and kept it, and when it was over, treated us to usquebaugh at Luckey Doughty’s store. Well, we run the fox to earth in a Chickahominy village. Lord! I ’m sorry for the half king of the Chickahominies! He’ll have to answer to Governor and Council for letting red fox burrow in his village. Found him squatted in a sassafras patch. Snarled and fought and tried to bite like the beast he is. Woodson and the Court spark took him." "Do you know what will be done with him now?" "He ’ll be taken on to the gaol at the court-house." "That is five miles from here," said Landless. "Yes, near to the village where we took him. He ’ll be kept there until they can try him. And they’ll make short work of him. He ’ll be food for crows directly." The throng pressed upon them, forcing them nearer to the group beneath the dead tree. The overseer had finished his account, and the master was clearing his throat to speak. Landless found himself upon the inner verge of the mass of spectators, directly opposite the murderer, and confronted by him with a look so dark, wild and malignant, that he could not doubt the intention that lay behind those scowling eyes. Luiz Sebastian, still with the murderer’s arm in his grasp, gave him a peculiar look which he could not translate. In the background he saw Trail’s sinister face peering over the shoulder of an Indian. "You dog!" said the planter, addressing himself directly to Roach. "What have you to say for yourself?"