"I think the man's mad," said the Chief Justice. "He won't budge an inch. So Coxon goes—and he says a dozen will go with him."
Then Mr. Kilshaw's feelings overcame him.
"Hurrah!" he cried. "By heaven, we've got him now! We shall beat him on the Clause! Perry, you'll be back in a week!"
"It looks like it," said Sir Robert, "but one never knows."
"Puttock's solid, and now Coxon! Perry, we shall beat him by anything from six to ten! I shan't die a pauper yet!"
Sir John bustled on, anxious to anticipate in other quarters the coming newsvendor, and Sir Robert turned to his lieutenant.
"I suppose he must have his price," he remarked, with deep regret evident in his tone.
"I can't look him in the face if he doesn't," answered Kilshaw. "By Jove, Perry, he's earned it."
"Oh yes, so did Iscariot," said Sir Robert. "But it wasn't a Judgeship."