"Go to jail yourself and take your court along with you!" cried the imperturbable Calvert. "I will see the boy through now."
"Defy the law, do you?" demanded Claverton, sharply.
"Your law, yes! I forgot more last night than you ever knew. I want to see you at your home, Mr. Lewis."
"I give you warning, sir," said Claverton, as a last desperate resort, "that the boy's bondsmen have thrown him over. He stands without any backing."
"Is that so? How is it, Mr. Warfield? I believe your name was first on his paper."
"Yes, sir, I—I——"
"That's all right. How is it with the others?"
"I have asked to have my name taken off," said Meiggs. "But I am on Mr. Shag's bond."
"I am off young Lewis' paper, but on Mr. Shag's," said Clevis Claverton.
"Very well. I don't care a picayune about you two, or this Shag. You will sign a new bond for the boy, Mr. Warfield?"