"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."
Without a word the judge went over to his table, and for a while the silence was broken only by the scratching of his pen.
"Er—interested in roads,—Will,—interested in roads?"
The judge stopped writing to listen, since it was now the turn of the other victim.
"Not particularly," answered Mr. Wetherell, whose throat was dry.