CHAPTER XII 



THE HALLS OF JUSTICE 



Tins day was Little's birthday, and I remember remarking 

 to him that it was unfortunate I had no small souvenir to 

 give him in remembrance of the occasion. It was, however, 

 destined to be a memorable birthday for him. 



About noon Pitka came to report that two dories were 

 sailing across the lake and evidently heading for our camp. 

 Taking our glasses to a high bit of ground, we soon made 

 out one dory heavily laden with tents and horns to be Glyn's 

 boat. The other one was unknown to us. Then arose the 

 question as to what had made Glyn abandon his original 

 scheme of remaining in his old camp until we called for him 

 as arranged. 



As soon as the boats drew near enough, we saw Glyn's 

 natives in one boat, and he himself in the other one with a 

 man who was unknown to Little and myself. On nearing 

 the shore, Glyn, who was sitting in the stern of the boat and 

 slightly behind the stranger, went through some extraordinary 

 antics which were quite unintelligible to me, but clearly 

 represented a man hauling in a rope. Little, however, being 

 more versed in certain expressions than myself, said, " By 

 Jove, he is 'pulled' for something." Pitka said, "That 

 d — d man, he Marshal allright." 



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