"He's delighted with him."

"What was the price?"

"Three hundred dollars."

"Indeed!"

The judge had already arisen, and he and Green were now walking
side by side across the bar-room floor.

"I want to speak a word with you," I heard Lyman say.

And then the two went out together. I saw no more of them during
the evening.

Not long afterward, Willy Hammond came in. Ah! there was a sad
change here; a change that in no way belied the words of Matthew
the bar-keeper. He went up to the bar, and I heard him ask for
Judge Lyman. The answer was in so low a voice that it did not
reach my ear.

With a quick, nervous motion, Hammond threw his hand toward a row
of decanters on the shelf behind the bar-keeper, who immediately
set one of them containing brandy before him. From this he poured
a tumbler half full, and drank it off at a single draught, unmixed
with water.

He then asked some further question, which I could not hear,