"Not afore; and mind, wench! I don't over-blame him for this." Job relapsed into silence. Mary thought a moment. "Well, Job, you'll not refuse me this, I know. I won't mind what you think, if you'll help me as if he was innocent. Now suppose I know I knew, he was innocent, it's only supposing, Job, what must I do to prove it? Tell me, Job!

I always said it," added the sheriff. "I'm sorry I had to be rough with you, but -but " "Of course we understand here that orders from a political boss have to be obeyed," Tom added good-naturedly. "We won't over-blame you, Mr. Grease." The sheriff rode away, Tom's smiling eyes following him.