“Well,” said the judge, rising, “I'll do it.”
“When?” said Jethro, sitting still.
“I'll send the papers over to you within two or three days.
“O-ought to be done right away, Judge. Road's in bad shape.”
“Well, I'll send the papers over to you to-morrow.”
“How long—would it take to make out that app'intment—how long?”
“It wouldn't take but a little while.”
“I'll wait,” said Jethro.
“Do you want to take the appointment along with you to-night?” asked the judge, in surprise.
“G-guess that's about it.”