“Justice is mighty slow and terribly uncertain in this country,” Harris answered. “In fact,” he continued, “there’s only one judge who tries cases to the liking of the people.”
“You mean Judge Lynch!” suggested Carl.
“That’s his name,” laughed Harris heartlessly.
“You don’t mean to say that they’d lynch DuBois without giving him a hearing?” demanded the boy.
“I’m afraid they would!” was the reply.
“You don’t approve of such outrages, do you?”
“Certainly not!”
“Then, why don’t you send some one over to the camp to warn DuBois? Or send an officer who might take him to Field and turn him over to the law? That would be the right thing to do!”
“I’ve been thinking of doing that!” replied Harris. “I wish your friend had remained with the machine. Then we could have sent an officer over to-night.”
“He might have remained if you people hadn’t made such a rush for him!” laughed Carl. “You frightened him away.”