"You left the highway when you tied up to our shores.

The temper of my men is such that you are lucky to have a parole offered to you.
You deserve not the treatment of soldiers, but of spies.

You disgrace your uniform.

These men are only fools.

But what do they say, Clayton ?" he demanded turning to the latter as he finally returned.
"They consider the expedition at an end," returned the Judge.
"Three of them want to go on home to St.Louis.