"Perhaps we would better send for Mr. Moxlow?" he suggested.
But Montgomery shook his head vehemently.
"I got nothin' to say to that man Moxlow!" he growled with sullen determination.
"Very well, then, if you prefer to make your statement to me," and the judge turned to his desk.
"Hold on, boss, we ain't ready for that just yet!" Joe objected. He was sober enough, by this time.
"What is it you wish to tell me?"
And the judge resumed his former position on the hearth-rug.
"First you got to agree to get me out of this."
"I can agree to nothing," answered the judge quietly.
"I ain't smart, boss, but Joe Montgomery's old hide means a whole lot to Joe Montgomery! You give me your word that I'll be safe, no matter what happens!"