"The devil will be to pay," said Judge Lyman, "if somebody don't look out sharp."
"Do you mean that for me, ha?" The man, between whom and himself this slight contention had so quickly sprung up, began stripping back his coat sleeves, like one about to commence boxing.
"I mean it for anybody who presumes to offer me an insult."
The raised voices of the two men now drew toward them the attention of every one in the bar-room.
"The devil! There's Judge Lyman!" I heard some one exclaim, in a tone of surprise.
"Wasn't he in the room with Green when Willy Hammond was murdered?" asked another.
"Yes, he was; and what's more, it is said he had been playing against him all night, he and Green sharing the plunder."
This last remark came distinctly to the ears
