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 any thing of him since supper," was answered by Matthew.
"Is he in his room?"
"I think it probable."
"Has Judge Lyman been about here to-night?"
"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?"
