"
"But they will take him to jail, won't they?"
"Mebby, if they don't take him up home. By this time they've found out
all about him. We'll drive across the country, get on a railroad train
and be there in a jiffy."
CHAPTER XXIV.
TWO FRUITFUL WITNESSES.
Upon the case of the illicit distiller Judge Elliott had ever sat with
utmost severity. As a colonel of cavalry he had distinguished himself.
His left sleeve was empty. Lukewarm friends said that he was harsh and
unforgiving. His intimates pointed to the fact that children were fond
of him.
One morning he came into the chambers adjoining the court-room and for a
long time sat musing at his desk. Capt. Johnson, U. S. Marshal, and
Foster, deputy, came in shortly afterward, the captain taking a seat at
his desk and Foster standing like a sentinel at the closed door. The
captain, after examining a number of papers, glancing round from time to
time as if to note whether or not the Judge had come out of his
abstraction, remarked to Foster:
"How's your barometer? Or should I call it thermometer?"
"Both, I guess," Foster replied.
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