"Nearing threescore years and ten,
the allotted span as set down by the Psalmist--once man of
fashion, soldier, statesman and lawgiver--and makes his bed with
a hoe! What a history!" muttered the judge with weary
melancholy, as one groping hand found the jug while the other
found the glass. There was a pause, while he profited by this
fortunate chance. "Well, take the bed," he resumed hospitably.
"I can sleep most anywhere. I ain't no ways particular," said
Hannibal.
"I say, take the bed!" commanded the judge sternly. And Hannibal
quickly retired behind the quilt. "Do you find it comfortable?"
the judge asked, when the rustling of the shuck tick informed him
that the child had lain down.
"Yes, sir," said the boy.
"Have you said your prayers?" inquired the judge:.
"No, sir. I ain't said 'em yet."
"Well, say them now. Religion is as becoming in the young as it
is respectable in the aged. I'll not disturb you to-night, for
it is God's will that I should stay up and get very drunk."
CHAPTER X
BOON COMPANIONS
Some time later the judge was aware of a step on the path beyond
his door, and glancing up, saw the tall figure of a man pause on
his threshold. A whispered curse slipped from between his lips.
Aloud he said:
"Is that you, Mr. Mahaffy?" He got no reply, but the tall
figure, propelled by very long legs, stalked into the shanty and
a pair of keen, restless eyes deeply set under a high, bald head
were bent curiously upon him.
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