Judge Peyton's face, albeit a trifle perplexed, turned towards Clarence with a kindly, half-tolerant look of welcome.

The boy's heart instantly melted with forgiveness.
"Well, my boy, let's hear YOUR story.

What happened ?" Clarence cast a hurried glance around, and saw Jim, with face averted, riding gloomily behind.

Then nervously and hurriedly he told how he had been thrown into the gully on the back of the wounded buffalo, and the manner of his escape.

An audible titter ran through the cavalcade.
Mr.Peyton regarded him gravely.