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before, under God's roof where the 

 soul could feel its eternal beauty. 



At five minutes past two, the 

 little mild-mannered judge laid aside 

 his hat, a signal that he had assumed 

 the role of "yer honour" and in a 

 rough and ready way the wheels 

 of justice started. A jury of six was 

 impanelled. Dean's first question to 

 each, ''Are you a Woodman?" met 

 with an invariable "Yes." Then 

 on one pretext or another he en- 

 deavoured to exclude the man as 

 juror. I was puzzled at this until 

 Bobbie whispered: 



"Cap'n is a Woodman and they 

 have all rallied to help him out. 

 He's evidently popular." 



"What is a Woodman?" 



"One< who belongs to a semi- 

 secret organization out here. If Nim- 

 rod loses, it will reflect on Cap'n and 

 hurt his business. Look at Dean, 

 he's furious. The whole six are 

 Woodmen. He can't help it." 



The case proceeded quietly. The 

 prosecution presented its charges, 

 that of killing doe and fawn. The 

 judge fussed with his papers. Mac- 

 kenzie was called as witness. He tes- 



