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teeth, as he looked at the black visage of the prisoner.
" You see," continued the Judge, u that things are often not so black as they first appear, particularly if they are only fairly washed."
" Particularly if they are whitewashed !" said Sandy, as he swallowed his gin and peppermint and left the saloon in disgust.
All this time a tawny little figure had stood back in the corner unseen, perhaps, by any one. It was Klamat with his club. He had watched with the eyes of a hawk the whole proceeding. He had drank in every sentence, and had never once taken his eyes from the Court or the prisoner.
At last, when the Judge decreed the prisoner free, and the Court adjourned, and all ranged themselves in a long, single file before the bar, calling out " Cocktail," " Tom-and-Jerry," " Brandy-smash," " Gin-sling," "Lightning straight," "Forty rod," and so on, he slipped out, looking back over his shoulders, with his thin lips set, and his hand clutch ing a knife under his robe.
That evening the Judge was again belabouring the Doctor with his tongue, which had been made more than ordinarily loose and abusive by the single-file drilling process that had been repeated at the Howlin Wilderness in the celebration of Spades acquittal.
" That little Doctor 11 put a bug in his soup for him yet, see f he don t," said some one that evening
