

The old man approached, and looked Hendon over, long and earnestly, then
shook his head and said--

Marry, _this_ is no Hendon--nor ever was!

Right!  Thy old eyes are sound yet.  An I were Sir Hugh, I would take
the shabby carle and--

The jailer finished by lifting himself a-tip-toe with an imaginary
halter, at the same time making a gurgling noise in his throat
suggestive of suffocation.