that, despite his complaints, the County Constabulary would do
nothing to afford him the protection to which he was entitled. 
They would regret their treatment of him, warned Frankland, and when I
asked how that would be, he put on a very knowing expression and said
that he knew what they were dying to know but nothing would induce him
to help the rascals. I was very cunning. I pretended to think he must be
talking of some poaching case, which led him on, in his contrary way,
to boast that what he knew was how to catch the convict on the moor, for
he had seen through his telescope the child who took the man his food
everyday. I remembered Barrymore saying that it was a boy who supplied
the unknown man on the moor, not the convict. I knew that if I showed too
much interest he would tell me nothing, so craftily I pretended that
what he had seen was a shepherd boy taking out his father's dinner.
