"My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. ’ Martha looked up, belligerence in her tone. " "Poh! poh! say no more about it," rejoined the man hastily. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. “I do not think so. The jailers robbed the prisoners: the prisoners robbed one another. But they found him on the veranda when they returned from McClintock's that evening.