the name of Hazard. And when I went to the war of 'i2--"

"What were you in that bloody time, a sutler?" inquired Mahaffy
insultingly.

"No, sir--a colonel of infantry!--I say, when I went to the war,
one of these Hazards accompanied me as my orderly. His grandson
is back of that curtain now--asleep--in my bed!" Mahaffy put
down his glass.

"You were like this once before," he said darkly. But at that
instant the shuck tick rattled noisily at some movement of the
sleeping boy. Mahaffy quitted his chair, and crossing the room,
drew the quilt aside. A glance sufficed to assure him that in
part, at least, the judge spoke the truth. He let the curtain
fall into place and resumed his chair.

"He's an orphan, Solomon; a poor, friendless orphan. Another
might have turned him away from his door--I didn't; I hadn't the
heart to. I bespeak your sympathy for him."

"Who is he?" asked Mahaffy.

"Haven't I just told you?" said the judge reproachfully. Mahaffy
laughed.

"You've told me something. Who is he?"

"His name is Hannibal Wayne Hazard. Wait until he wakes up and
see if it isn't."