"You didn't finish your story, Judge."
The Judge frowned reprovingly.
"But, really," persisted the colonel, "I don't want curiosity to divert my mind from the solemn services about to take place. Do tell me if they ever caught the rascals."
"They never did," replied the Judge. "The sheriff hunted and advertised, but he could never hear a word of either of them. But I'd know either one of them at sight. Sh—h—here we are at the grave."
The passengers, officers, and crew gathered about the grave. The Judge removed his hat, and, as the captain uncovered the faces of the dead, commenced:
"'I am the resurrection and the life'—Why, there's the horse-thief now, colonel! I beg your pardon, ladies and gentlemen. 'He that believeth in—'"
Just then the Judge's eye fell upon the dead woman's face, and he screamed:
"And there's the sheriff's assailant!"