llock should be able to go to
that judge and say: 'I killed Plant, because he had done me an injury
for which the perpetrator should suffer death. He was permitted to do
this because of the deficiency of the law.' And he should be able to say
it in all confidence that he would be given justice, eternal justice,
and not a thing so warped by obscure and forgotten precedents that it
fits nothing but some lawyer's warped notion of logic!"

"Whew!" whistled Bob, "what a lady of theory and erudition it is!"

Amy eyed him doubtfully, then smiled.

"I'm glad you happened along," said she. "I feel better. Now I believe
I'll be able to do something with my biscuits."

"I could do justice to some of them," remarked Bob, "and it would be the
real thing without any precedents in that line whatever."

"Come around later and you'll have the chance," invited Amy, again
addressing herself to the stove.

Still smiling at this wholesale and feminine way of leaping directly to
a despotically desired ideal result, Bob took the trail to his own camp.
Here he found Jack Pollock poring over an old illustrated paper.

"Hullo, Jack!" he called cheerfully. "Not out on duty, eh?"

"I come in," said Jack, rising to his feet and folding the old paper
carefully. He said nothing more, but stood eyeing his colleague gravely.

"You want something of me?" asked Bob.

"No," denied Jack, "I don't know nothing I want of you. But I was told
to come and get a piece of paper and maybe some money that a stranger
was goin' to leave by our chimbley. It ain't there. You ain't seen it,
by any chance?"

"It may have got shoved among some of my things by mistake," replied Bob
gravely. "I haven't had a chance of looking. I'm just in from the
Basin." At these last words he looked at Jack keenly, but that young
man's expression remained inscrutable. "I'll look when I get back," he
continued after a moment; "just now I've got to ride over to the mill to
see Mr. Welton."

Jack nodded gravely.

"If you find them, leave them by the chimbley," said he. "I'm going to
headquarters."

Bob rode to the mill. By the exercise of some diplomacy he brought the
conversation to good lawyers without arousing Welton's suspicions that
he could have any personal interest in the matter.

"Erbe's head and shoulders above the rest," said Welton. "He has half
the business. He's for Baker's interests, and our own; and he's shrewd.
Maybe you'll get into trouble yourself some da