“Look here, sonny!” cried the incredulous Sellick, “I’ll bet ye a trifle on that! I believe you’re an honest boy, as I’ve said; but you couldn’t have slept under my roof without my knowing it, unless Billy smuggled you in, and he wouldn’t have dared to do it!—Here, Billy!” An old-looking, broad-shouldered, hollow-cheeked youth came into the yard. “Did you take this fellow into my house last night?”