young outlaw you!"

"Get out of my way, Jude!" shouted Young Jeff. "I told Scott not to come
back to Lost Chief!"

He strode down the room, his hand still on his gun. Scott's hand had been
equally quick. Peter Knight turned off the machine. "Hold on, Jeff!" he
cried. "You turned Scott over to the law, and the law acquitted him. If
you'd wanted to take things in your own hands, you should have done so
before the trial. If you kill Scott, you're no better than he is."

"That's right!" cried Grandma Brown. "And your record ain't so clean,
Young Jeff, that you can afford to start anything!"

Judith tossed her head. "I don't see why Young Jeff should be allowed to
spoil a perfectly good party."

"If you can't put him out, Jude, I can!" cried Inez.

Everybody laughed. Jude seized one of Young Jeff's big hands, Inez the
other. There was an uproarious scuffle which ended in the three, laughing
immoderately, executing a hybrid folk dance to the one-step which Peter
began to play. And Scott danced unmolested during the remainder of the
night.

Charleton Falkner had drunk a good deal but was as yet little the worse
for it. He and Douglas met at the pail shortly after midnight. Charleton
gave the young man an amused glance.

"You look sort of bored, Doug! Come outside and talk a little."