ibulous spirits. Homoepathically--if inversely--the result was
logical. In the untrammelled life of the liberty-breathing mountains,
where the stern spirit of law and order, of which your Honor is the
august symbol, does not prevail as it does here--thanks to your Honor's
wise and just dispensations--the lad has, I may say, naturally acquired
a certain recklessness of mood--indulgence which, however easily
condoned there, must here be sternly rebuked. At the same time, he knew
not the conditions here, he became exhilarated without malice, prepensey
or even, I may say, consciousness. He would not have done as he has,
if he had known what he knows now, and, knowing, he will not repeat the
offence. I need say no more. I plead simply that your Honor will temper
the justice that is only yours with the mercy that is yours--only."

His Honor was visibly affected and to cover it--his methods being
informal--he said with sharp irrelevancy:

"Who bailed this young feller out last night?" The sergeant spoke:

"Why, Mr. Marston thar"--with outstretched finger toward the young
engineer. The Blight's black eyes leaped with exultant appreciation and
the engineer turned crimson. His Honor rolled his quid around in his
mouth once, and peered over his glasses:

"I fine this young feller two dollars and costs." The young fellow had
turned slowly in his chair and his blue eyes blazed at the engineer with
unappeasable hatred. I doubt if he had heard his Honor's voice.

"I want ye to know that I'm obleeged to ye an' I ain't a-goin' to fergit
it; but if I'd a known hit was you I'd a stayed in jail an' seen you in
hell afore I'd a been bounden to ye."

"Ten dollars fer contempt of couht." The boy was hot now.

"Oh, fine and be--" The Hon. Samuel Budd had him by the shoulder, the
boy swallowed his voice and his starting tears of rage, and after a
whisper to his Honor, the Hon. Samuel led him out. Outside, the engineer
laughed to the Blight:

"Pretty peppery, isn't he?" but the Blight said nothing, and later we
saw the youth on a gray horse crossing the bridge and conducted by the
Hon. Samuel Budd, who stopped and waved him toward the mountains. The
boy went on and across the plateau, the gray Gap swallowed him. That
night, at the post-office, the Hon. Sam plucked me aside by the sleeve.

"I know Marston is agin me in this race--but I'll do him a good turn
just the same. You tell him to watch out for that young fellow. He's all
right wh