As the horse saith among the trumpets, ha! ha! and smelleth the battle afar off--the thunder of the captains and the shouting--so Mr. Pound lifted his great mane at the mention of the Professor and swept the table with eyes full of fire. "Ha! Judge Malcolm, what have I not told you of this man? Don't you recall that I warned you we should have to deal with him? When I found him making trouble in my flock, setting the sheep against the shepherd, I told you the time would come when he would strive to set the son against the father." While I could not understand in what way I had turned against my father, it was plain to me that the term which the Professor had applied to my family was one of opprobrium. It was clear, too, that it had considerable explosive power, for after the first frightened hush it stirred the whole company into a terrific outburst against my friend of yesterday. Even Miss Spinner stopped choking, and announced that she "declared." What she declared was not imparted, but as the general trend of exclamation was against the Professor I knew that did she continue her statement it must be aimed at him. My father leaned back and grasped the knobs of his chair-arms. "David," he said slowly, "when did Henderson Blight speak in terms so disrespectful--no, that is not the word I want--in this sarcastic--that is hardly correct--when did he speak thus of us?" "Yesterday, sir," I answered, "when I was in his house getting warm. But he didn't mean anything bad, father. Why, he told me that you were the celebrated Judge Malcolm." I expected that such gentle flattery would propitiate my father. Instead, his brows knitted, and he shot forward his head and asked: "The what kind of a judge, David?" Before I could reply Mr. Pound injected himself into the examination. "Pardon me, Judge, but I should like to ask my young friend if Henderson Blight smiled as he said it." "No, sir," I answered promptly. "He was just as solemn as you are now." Miss Spinner fell to choking again. My mother gave vent to a long-drawn "Dav-id!" an exclamation which I had come to fear as much as the Seven Seals, and her use of it now so unjustly made me feel as if every man's hand were against me, for Mr. Pound was solemn, and in using the best comparison at hand I meant no ill. "Dav-id!" said my mother again, lifting an admonishing finger.