chilling dignity.

"Good money--not this worthless trash!" she shook a bill under
his nose. The judge recognized it as the one of which he had
despoiled Hannibal.

"You have been catched passing counterfeit," said the sheriff. A
light broke on the judge, a light that dazzled and stunned. An
officious and impatient gentleman tossed a looped end of the
well-rope about his neck and the crowd yelled excitedly. This
was something like--it had a taste for the man-hunt! The sheriff
snatched away the rope and dealt the officious gentleman a savage
blow on the chin that sent him staggering backward into the arms
of his friends.

"Now, see here, now--I'm going to arrest this old faller! I am
going to put him in jail, and I ain't going to have no nonsense
--do you hear me?" he expostulated.

"I can explain--" cried the judge.

"Make him give me my money!" wailed Mrs Walker.

"Jezebel!" roared the judge, in a passion of rage.

"Ca'm's the word, or you'll get 'em started!" whispered the
sheriff. The judge looked fearfully around. At his side stood
Mahaffy, a yellow pallor splotching his thin cheeks. He seemed
to be holding himself there by an effort.