t have been seated in the
special car, talking with Corrigan. He was just under sixty-five years,
and their weight seemed to rest heavily upon him. His eyes were slightly
bleary, and had a look of weariness, as though he had endured much and was
utterly tired. His mouth was flaccid, the lips pouting when he compressed
his jaws, giving his face the sullen, indecisive look of the brooder
lacking the mental and physical courage of independent action and
initiative. The Judge could be led; Corrigan was leading him now, and the
Judge was reluctant, but his courage had oozed, back in Dry Bottom, when
Corrigan had mentioned a culpable action which the Judge had regretted
many times.

Some legal records of the county were on the table between the two men.
The Judge had objected when Corrigan had secured them from the compartment
where the others were piled.

"It isn't regular, Mr. Corrigan," he had said; "no one except a legally
authorized person has the right to look over those books."

"We'll say that I am legally authorized, then," grinned Corrigan. The look
in his eyes was one of amused contempt. "It isn't the only irregular thing
you have done, Lindman."

The Judge subsided, but back in his eyes was a slumbering hatred for this
man, who was forcing him to complicity in another crime. He regretted that
other crime; why should this man deliberately remind him of it?

After looking over the records, Corrigan outlined a scheme of action that
made the Judge's face blanch.

"I won't be a party to any such scurrilous undertaking!" he declared when,
he could trust his voice; "I--I won't permit it!"

Corrigan stretched his legs out under the table, shoved his hands into his
trousers' pockets and laughed.

"Why the high moral attitude, Judge? It doesn't become you. Refuse if you
like. When we get to Manti I shall wire Benham. It's likely he'll feel
pretty sore. He's got his heart set on this. And I have no doubt that
after he gets my wire he'll jump the next train for Washington, and--"

The Judge exclaimed with weak incoherence, and a few minutes later he was
bending over the records with Corrigan--the latter making sundry copies on
a pad of paper, which he placed in a pocket when the work was completed.

At noon the special car was in Manti. Corrigan, the Judge, and Braman,
carried the Judge's effects and stored them in the rear room of the bank
building. "I'll build you a courthouse, tomorrow," he promised the Judge;
"