“Four Lakes?”
Jim could see the sudden stiffening of Webb’s thin form at the far end of the room. “Yes, sir,” answered Webb after a moment.
“As a matter of fact, Webster, that’s your home, isn’t it?”
“It used to be, Judge. I—I guess I ain’t got any now.”
The Judge stared intently at Webb for a long while across the desk, and, to his credit be it said, Webb returned the look unflinchingly. “If I let you off, Webster, will you promise me to leave this town before night and secure work inside of twenty-four hours?”
“I’ll say so, Judge.”
“Think you can secure work?”
“I know it.”
The Judge leaned back. “Discharged,” he said. “Next case.”