Mr. Morrison smiled.
"There may be various degrees of guilt," he said, quietly; "but I do not see it in that light. To me, in order to place the guilt of an act upon a person, that person must do a wrong willfully or maliciously. In this case, my son did not know he was violating the law."
"Ignorance of the law is no excuse," answered Mr. Furbush. "I've been deputy sheriff and game-warden for a good many years, and about every law-breaker has an excuse."
Again Mr. Morrison smiled.
"All very true, no doubt," he replied; "and, in regard to the deer, there was no real harm done."
"Well, no," admitted Mr. Furbush. "The fine was paid, and I set the deer at liberty as soon as I received information from the county warden. But seems to me this talk has all been unnecessary."
"Very likely," assented Mr. Morrison; "but now we come to the real object of our visit. You have a son Isaac. This gentleman," pointing to the red-bearded man, "would like to see him."
"I'll call him," said Mr. Furbush.
Isaac was summoned, and came into the room with a frightened look on his round face.
"I was just going away," he said, glancing uneasily around the room.