"I hope he'll go out to the judge's," he said, and shook his head, sadly.
"I don't reckon Plattville's any too spry for that young man.

Five years he's be'n here.

Well, it's a good thing for us folks, but I guess it ain't exactly high-life for him." He kicked a stick out of his way impatiently.

"Now, where'd that imp run to ?" he grumbled.
The imp was lying under the court-house steps.

When the sound of Martin's footsteps had passed away, she crept cautiously from her hiding-place and stole through the ungroomed grass to the fence opposite the hotel.