"But you certainly will have one when your case goes to trial! Mr. Lockhart said he would hire one himself."
"Nope, don't want 'em," answered Rimrock. "They're a bunch of crooks. I'll handle my case myself."
"Yourself? Why, you don't know the law——"
"That's why I'll win," broke in Rimrock impatiently. "I'm going to pick out that jury myself."
"No, but the briefs and papers! And who will represent you in court?"
"Never mind," sulked Rimrock, "I'll take care of all that. But I won't have a lawyer, if I swing for it!"
"Oh!" she gasped, but he gazed at her grimly without thinking about anything but his case.
"All I want is justice," he went on doggedly. "I want a fair trial before a jury of Arizona men. When I state my case I'll tell them the truth and I don't want any lawyer butting in. And one thing more. I'm going to ask you, Miss Fortune, to leave this case strictly alone. I thank you just as much for your good intentions, but we don't look at this matter the same. I quit the law when I lost title to the Gunsight, and I'm going to play out my hand to the end. I claim there's a law that's above all these lawyers—and judges and supreme courts, too—and that's the will of the people. I may be mistaken, but I'll gamble my life on it and if I lose—you can have the whole mine."
"I don't want the whole mine," she answered resentfully, "I want—I want you to be free. Oh, I came to tell you about all we're doing—about the construction and the mine work and all—but I just can't say a word. Are you determined to plead your own case?"
"Why, certainly," he said. "Why shouldn't I do it? I don't consider I've done anything wrong. I hope you don't think, just because I killed McBain, that I'm suffering any regrets? Because I'm not, nor nothing of the kind—I'm glad I killed him like I did. He had it coming to him and, gimme a square jury, I'll make 'em say I did right."