"We are required to answer this new complaint?" said Mr. Van
Horn.

Mr. Uxbridge nodded.

"And after that the judgment?"

Mr. Uxbridge laughed.

"I wish that certain gore of land had been sunk instead of being
mapped in 1835."


"The surveyor did his business well enough, I am sure."

They talked together in a low voice for a few minutes, and then
Mr. Van Horn leaned back in his seat again. "Allow me," he said,
"to introduce you, Uxbridge, to Miss Margaret Huell, Miss Huell's
niece. Huell *vs.* Brown, you know," he added, in an explanatory
tone; for I was Huell *vs.* Brown's daughter.
"Oh!" said Mr. Uxbridge bowing, and looking at me gravely. I
looked at him also; he was a pale, stern-looking man, and forty
years old certainly. I derived the impression at once that he had
a domineering disposition, perhaps from the way in which he
controlled his horse.

"Nice beast that," said Mr. Van Horn.

"Yes," he answered, laying his hand on its mane, so that the
action brought immediately to my mind the recollection that I had