“What is all this about, squire?” the deacon demanded, as poor Jack was brought in, face to face with his grim accuser. “Haven’t you got through persecuting this boy? I felt that your treatment of him yesterday was wholly unwarrantable,—tyrannical and unjust; and though I thought a little differently of it, after my talk with your nephew last night, still I am not satisfied, and I sha’n’t be, till you have done the right thing. That he said you would do; but this don’t look like it. What great crime has Jack committed, that you should send an officer of the law after him?”