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"Come in," invited Judge Graney, his smile growing, his eyes glinting oddly. "I think, since you are responsible for the startling innovation which we have been discussing, that you are entitled to a word." He gravely waved Hollis to a chair and stood silent while the latter sank into it. Then he smiled, glancing furtively at Dunlavey and addressing Hollis.
Therefore, after a short conference with Judge Graney and Allen and a frugal, though wholesome supper in the Judge's rooms back of the court house which Allen cooked he and Norton rode out upon the Coyote trail and jogged quietly toward the Circle Bar.
Then we'll take the whole bunch over to Okar and see what Judge Graney has to say about that warrant!" Sanderson looked at Mary Bransford, a huge grin on his face. She smiled stiffly at him in return, and nodded her head. Seemingly, it was the only way out of a bad predicament.
Then he went down to the court house. He found the door of Judge Graney's court room slightly ajar and without knocking he pushed it open and entered. On the threshold he halted and drew a deep breath. Judge Graney was seated at the big table, and directly opposite him, leaning heavily on his elbows, his face inflamed with anger, sat Dunlavey.
He had been warned by Judge Graney that Watkins would try to "pack" the sheriff's office with his friends on the night of the primary. This had been the usual method employed by Dunlavey when opposition to Watkins developed. Drunken, dissolute, dangerous men were usually on hand to overawe the opposition; the Judge told of instances in which gunplay had developed.
"I'll fight them to the Supreme Court of the United States!" declared Trevison. "I'll fight them with the law or without it!" "I know it," said Graney, with a shrewd glance at the other's grim face. "But be careful not to do anything that will jeopardize your liberty.
Judge Graney cleared his throat. The smile was still on his face, but a sudden brightness of the eyes and a flush in each cheek showed that Dunlavey's defiance had affected him. Both he and the man at the window watched closely as Hollis got to his feet and approached Dunlavey.
At midnight it pulled up at the little frame station in Dry Bottom and the young man leaped off and strode rapidly away into the darkness of the desert town. A little later, J. Blackstone Graney, attorney at law, and former Judge of the United States District Court at Dry Bottom, heard a loud hammering on the door of his residence at the outskirts of town.
"We noted your suggestions on that point, and on all the others," Culver answered with gracious condescension. "That's why I brought cash in small denominations and didn't go near anybody with it." Larkin rose. "I've got to get to work. See you here to-morrow night at seven, Mr. Culver seven sharp. I guess it'll be Judge Graney on the third ballot.
It needs plenty of law." Judge Graney cleared his throat. "This does not apply to you alone, Dunlavey," he said, facing the latter. "Letters have been sent to every cattleman in Union County, demanding their appearance before me. The government is determined to re-adjust conditions out here to enforce this new law to the letter.
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