en the sheriff
let her in through the clanging outer gate she started back at sight of
the tanks. Within high walls of concrete a great, wrought-iron
cell-house rose up like a square box of steel and, pressed against the
bars, were obscene leering eyes staring out for a look at the woman.

"Oh, that's all right," said the sheriff kindly, "just step right down
this way. I regret very much I can't bring him outside, but he's in
for a capital offense."

He led the way down a resounding corridor, with narrow windows high up
near the roof; and there, staring out from a narrow cell, she saw
Rimrock Jones. His face was pale with the prison pallor and a tawny
growth covered his chin; but the eyes--they were still the eyes of
Rimrock, aggressive, searching and bold.

"A lady to see you," announced the sheriff and suddenly they were alone.

There had been some business, some important matter upon which she had
needed his advice, but as she saw him shut up like a common felon the
sudden tears came to her eyes.

"Kind of limited quarters," observed Rimrock, smiling wanly, "nothing
like that new hotel that we're building. Well, it won't be long now
till I'm out of this hole. Is there anything special you want?"

"Why, yes!" she said, getting control of herself, "can't--can't we get
you out on bail? I didn't know it was so awful inside here--I'm going
to engage the best lawyer in town!"

"No use," answered Rimrock, "I'm held for murder--and I don't want no
lawyer, anyhow."

The old stubborn tone had come back into his voice, but swift
compassion urged her on.

"But you certainly will have one when your case goes to trial! Mr.
Lockhart said he would hire one himself."

"Nope, don't want 'em," answered Rimrock. "They're a bunch of crooks.
I'll handle my case myself."

"Yourself? Why, you don't know the law----"

"That's why I'll win," broke in Rimrock impatiently. "I'm going to
pick out that jury myself."

"No, but the briefs and papers! And who will represent you in court?"

"Never mind," sulked Rimrock, "I'll take care of all that. But I won't
have a lawyer, if I swing for it!"

"Oh!" she gasped, but he gazed at her grimly without thinking about
anything but his case.

"All I want is justice," he went on doggedly. "I want a fair trial
before a jury of Arizona men. When I state my case I'll tell them the
truth and I don't want any lawyer butting in. And one thing more. I'm
going to ask you, Miss Fo