Mounting, they rode fast toward Okar--the little man's face working
nervously, a great eagerness in his heart to help the man for whom he
had conceived a deep affection.
Banker Maison had made no mistake when he had told Sanderson that Judge
Graney was honest. Graney looked honest. There was about him an
atmosphere of straightforwardness that was unmistakable and convincing.
It was because he was honest that a certain governor had sent him to
Okar.
And Graney had vindicated the governor's faith in him. 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.
Through some underground channel they had secured a deputyship for
Dale, and upon him they depended for whatever law they needed to
further their schemes.
Judge Graney was fifty--the age of experience.
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