254 Hunting the Grisly 



" 'Well, where's the constable?' says I. 



" Why, it was him that shot the justice of 

 the peace!' says he; 'he's skipped the coun- 

 try with a bunch of horses.' 



" 'Well, ain't there no officer of the law left 

 in this town?' says I. 



" 'Why, of course,' says he, 'there's a pro- 

 bate judge; he is over tendin' bar at the Last 

 Chance Hotel.' 



"So I went over to the Last Chance Hotel 

 and I walked in there. 'Mornin',' says I. 



" 'Mornin',' says he. 



" 'You're the probate judge?' says I. 



" 'That's what I am,' says he. 'What do 

 you want?' says he. 



" 'I want justice,' says I. 



" 'What kind of justice do you want?' says 

 he. 'What's it for?' 



"'It's for stealin' a horse,' says I. 



'"Then by God you'll git it/ says he. 

 'Who stole the horse?' says he. 



" 'It is a man that lives in a 'dobe house, 

 just outside the town there,' says I. 



" 'Well, where do you come from your- 

 self?' said he. 



" 'From Medory/ said I. 



"With that he lost interest and settled kind 

 o' back, and says he, 'There won't no Cedar- 



