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in the midst of which Yang began to fire his pistol. 

 This pistol was the idol of his pagan soul, and his fre- 

 quent salutes the terror of the party. No one dared to 

 interfere. At this time the volley was continued and 

 promiscuous. The Judgess screamed, and having no 

 immediate revenge in the shape of ill-cooked dinners 

 to fear, sharply expostulated. Thereupon Yang, with 

 utmost sangfroid, told her to " shut your head " and 

 journey to regions he had probably heard the Doctor 

 name. This was too much. The Judgess climbed 

 into the wagon and stated her opinion of people who 

 permitted such " goings on " and of a priest who 

 allowed a Christian woman to be sworn at. Madge was 

 convulsed with laughter, even his Reverence smiled, 

 while the Judge, poor man, looking as if every brewery 

 on the continent had been burned, snapped his whip, 

 and the wagon was lost to sight beneath the arching 

 sequoias. 



It was high noon when the sure-footed mules had 

 arrived and the party fairly started off. Jack waved an 

 adieu with one hand, and with the other reached down 

 his rod from the branches of a live oak. Yang pro- 

 ceeded to dissect a sucker he had caught for bait, say- 

 ing : "If you fishee, me fishee too, but you no sabee 

 nothing." 



Later in the afternoon Jack stood on the grassy 

 point where the lake narrows into the river. He had 

 adjusted his flies, and everything was in readiness. He 

 paused to watch Yang, who was stationed below on the 



