"For what he did last Saturday night?"
"Yes."
"As a favor to me," said Matt earnestly, "I want you to let him go."
"Oh, here," demurred Trueman, "that's carrying the thing too far, King. Don't waste any sentiment on that young scoundrel."
"He deserves all that will come to him," averred Plympton.
"He has been beaten," persisted Matt, "and that is punishment enough. I want him released. Can't you arrange it, colonel?"
"By gad," muttered Plympton, "I can't understand you, King. If that's really what you wish, though, I'll see what can be done."
"This is a day of victory to me," smiled Matt, "and I'd like to celebrate it in that way."
"Your desire does you credit," said the colonel bluffly, "but I think you display poor judgment."
"That's the way with Pard Matt," spoke up Chub. "But I don't think it's such a bad way, either. Anyhow, it don't keep him from making good in whatever he undertakes."