Mr.
Mahaffy's thin lips twisted themselves into a sarcastic smile.

He turned to the judge, who spoke up quickly.
"Did he carry a bundle and rifle ?" he asked.

Murrell gave eager assent.
"Well," said the judge, "he stopped here along about four o'clock and asked his way to the nearest river landing." Murrell gathered up his reins, and then that fixed stare of the judge's seemed to arrest his attention.
"You'll know me again," he observed.
"Anywhere," said the judge.
"I hope that's a satisfaction to you," said Murrell.
"It ain't--none whatever," answered the judge promptly.

"For I don't value you--I don't value you that much!" and he snapped his fingers to illustrate his meaning..