The room was empty, except for a court attache, who was industriously
writing at a little desk in the rear of the room.
The Maison case was in the judge's mental vision, and he was wondering
why the banker had not complained, when the sheriff of Colfax entered.
Graney smiled a welcome at him. "You don't get over this way very
often, Warde, but when you do, I'm glad to see you. Sit on the
desk--that's your usual place, anyway."
Warde followed the suggestion about the desk; he sat on it, his legs
dangling. There was a glint of doubt and anxiety in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Warde?" asked the judge.
"Plenty," declared Warde. "I've come to you for advice--and perhaps
for some warrants. You recollect some time ago there was a herd of
cattle lost in Devil's Hole--and some men. Some of the men were shot,
and one or two of them went down under the herd when it stampeded."
"Yes," said the judge, "I heard rumors of it. But those things are not
uncommon, and I haven't time to look them up unless the cases are
brought formally to my attention.
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