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Updated: June 12, 2025
Cowering on his cot the Judge watched the big shape join the other at the safe. How long it remained there, he did not know. A step sounded in the silence that reigned outside a third shape loomed in the doorway. "Judge Lindman!" called a voice. "Y-es?" quavered the Judge, aware that the big shape in the room was now close to him, menacing him. "Your door's open! Where's Ed?
He strode out, leaving Lefingwell slightly stunned over his abrupt leave-taking. A minute later he was in the squatty frame courthouse, towering above Judge Lindman, who had been seated at his desk and who had risen at his entrance. Trevison shoved the summons under Lindman's nose. "I just got this," he said. "What does it mean?"
What I can't understand is why Judge Lindman issued the writ at all if he did so. You are the defendant, and you certainly would have brought the deed into court as a means of proving your case." Trevison had mentioned the missing money, though he did not think it important to explain where it had come from. And Judge Graney did not ask him.
There's hell to pay here, an' me friend gets a square deal whatever he's done!" "Right!" came other voices from various points in the crowd; "a square deal no interference!" Judge Lindman came out into the street, urged by curiosity.
For an instant Trevison stood, looking after the man, wondering how, since the man was a stranger to him, he had recognized him and then he opened the paper to discover that he was ordered to appear before Judge Lindman the following day to show cause why he should not be evicted from certain described property held unlawfully by him.
"There is no need of haste," Lindman cautioned; "you can't get mining machinery here for some time yet." Corrigan laughed, dragging the Judge to a window, from which he pointed out some flat-cars standing on a siding, loaded with lumber, machinery, corrugated iron, shutes, cables, trucks, "T" rails, and other articles that the Judge did not recognize. The Judge exclaimed in astonishment.
He was wondering if, after all, hanging wouldn't be better than the sunlight shining on a deed which each day he regretted more than on the preceding day. And Trevison, riding Nigger out of town, was estimating the probable effect of his crowd-drawing action upon Judge Lindman, and considering bitterly the perfidy of the woman who had cleverly drawn him on, to betray him.
Then he was borne away into the darkness by the big man, who carried him as though he were a child. "Locked in a box-car," whispered the big man, returning: "They'll get him; they're half unloaded." Without further words they returned to the shadow of the building. Judge Lindman had not been able to sleep until long after his usual hour for retiring. The noise, and certain thoughts, troubled him.
Corrigan is going to have Judge Lindman issue a warrant for the arrest of Carson on some charge and they're going to jail Carson until he talks." The woman cursed profanely, sharply. "That's Corrigan's idea of a square deal. He promised me that no harm should come to Trevison."
J. C. shook the Judge's hand warmly and then resumed his chair, folding his chubby hands over his corpulent stomach. "Judge Lindman," he said; "you thoroughly understand our position in this Midland affair." The Judge glanced at Corrigan. "Thoroughly." "No doubt there will be some contests. But the present claimants have no legal status. Mr. There could not be, of course.
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