"'You're shootin' too low. Raise her.'

"He raised her all right, and caught Mr. Bruin in the snout. What
followed thereafter was most too quick to notice, for the poor
bear let out a bawl, dropped off his limb into the midst of them
ragin', tur'ble, seventy-pun hounds, an' hugged 'em to death, one
after another, like he was doin' a system of health exercises. He
took 'em to his boosum as if he'd just got back off a long trip,
then, droppin' the last one, he made at that younger son an' put a
gold fillin' in his leg. Yes, sir; most chewed it off. H'Anglish
let out a Siberian-wolf holler hisself, an' I had to step in with
the hatchet and kill the brute though I was most dead from
laughin'.

"That's how it is with me an' Glenister," the old man concluded.
"When he gets tired experimentin' with this new law game of hisn,
I'll step in an' do business on a common-sense basis."

"You talk as if you wouldn't get fair play," said Helen.

"We won't," said he, with conviction. "I look on all lawyers with
suspicion, even to old bald-face--your uncle, askin' your pardon
an' gettin' it, bein' as I'm a friend an' he ain't no real
relation of yours, anyhow. No, sir; they're all crooked."

Dextry held the Western distrust of the legal profession--
comprehensive, unreasoning, deep.

"Is the old man all the kin you've got?" he questioned, when she