Demon's jaw fell. Sidney looked discouraged.
It was a self-evident fact now that Judge Loyal's stomach was out of order....
Demon's excuse was a variation that failed to impress the judge as being the truth. Wyeth languidly resigned himself to the inevitable.
"What is your occupation, Wyeth?" he now turned his gaze upon Sidney.
He was told.
"What's your excuse for being upon the streets at two A.M.?"
"Nothing!" calmly.
The judge regarded him in silence, while the pair waited for the sentence. Still the judge paused. As he did so, Wyeth heard him belch slightly, as if decided. A moment later came the words:
"Fine you fellows $5 and costs. You must keep off the street loafing about all night. Next!"
They were turned about automatically, and then Wyeth found himself looking down on a low, deformed creature. He had been told about him also, and why he was deformed.