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He saw at a glance the upward turned face of the nocturnal visitor and called shortly: "Wait! I'll be down!" There was a short wait, during which Hollis impatiently paced back and forth and then Allen appeared in the door, fully dressed. Judge Graney, in a night shirt, stood behind him.
He did not look up at Hollis's entrance. "Hello!" greeted Hollis. The man hesitated in his work and looked up. "Hello," he returned, perfunctorily. "I suppose your name is Potter?" Hollis inquired cordially. Judge Graney had told him that if he succeeded in finding the compositor he would have him at the Kicker office this morning. Potter had gone to work without further orders.
"Yes, by thunder!" declared the judge. "You can go further than that and say: 'until the Law rules!" Judge Graney rose and leaned over the table, taking the young man's hand and holding it tightly. Then he sat down again and resumed smoking. Neither man said a word during the hand-clasp and yet both knew that their hearts and minds were united in a common cause.
Scarborough smiled. "Even Larkin couldn't get it for Frankfort he's too notorious." "He don't want to get it for him," replied Burdick. "His real man's Judge Graney." Scarborough stopped fanning himself with his wide-brimmed straw. Judge Graney was the most adroit and dangerous of John Dumont's tools.
"How you findin' things?" he questioned. "In better shape than I expected after listening to Judge Graney," smiled Hollis. Norton looked critically at him. "Then you ain't changed your mind about stayin' here?" he inquired. "No," returned Hollis; "I believe I shall get used to it in time." Norton dismounted, his eyes alight with satisfaction. "That's the stuff!" he declared.
I think it is only to show how diffidently he makes the suggestion. It doesn't matter. Let's get on. 'Supposing you was to show' something I really cannot make head or tail of 'to Mrs. Spictre who is my other graney? I wonder what on earth it can be!" "I don't think it's any use my looking, my dear. What letters does it look most like?"
Whenever crime and dishonesty raised their heads in Okar, Judge Graney pinned them to the wall with the sword of justice, and called upon all men to come and look upon his deeds. Maison, Silverthorn, and Dale and others of their ilk seldom called upon the judge for advice. They knew he did not deal in their kind.
And remembering what Sanderson had told him about returning, he determined that if Judge Graney said nothing of the occurrence he would never mention it. For he did not want Sanderson to pay him another visit. At about the time Sanderson was entering Okar, Alva Dale was letting himself into the door of his office at the Bar D ranchhouse.
He swept his hand around toward the type case. "I am working, you see. Judge Graney wrote me last week that you wanted me and I came as soon as I could. Is it true that the Kicker is going to be a permanent institution?" "The Kicker is here to stay!" Hollis informed him. Potter's face lighted with pleasure. "That's bully!" he said. "That's bully!"
For when a man has a wife she's continually remindin' him of it, an' he can't forget it he's got her. It's the same with his land he's got it. So far as I know there's never been a deed issued for my land or any of the land in that Midland grant, except Trevison's." "It looks as though Corrigan had considered that phase of the matter," dryly observed Judge Graney.
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