"Oh, he was there!" remarked Rodliff, dryly. "Perhaps if he hadn't been there your case would have come off better. Judges ain't got much use for lawyers when the shyster kind get shown up in a graft game. The fellow who named this Blunder valley years ago," he observed, running his eyes over the log-piles once more, "must have had a gift of second-sight. Rod Ide's always been cal'lated to be level-headed. It's a wonder to me he let you fool him into this. I've heard considerable about it outside. But it's worse than I'd reckoned on." For a sickening instant the thing showed to Wade in its blackest light. To be sure, it was the Law that struck down his hands. But it was plain that the Law was, after all, only a part of the game--and his enemies had invoked it and had won. "Look here, men!" shouted the high sheriff, turning from his survey of this defeated wretchedness, "I want you to take note of what I've done here. I've served an injunction on your boss. It means that he's got to leave Blunder Lake dam alone. Him and all his crew! Understand?" The men had been slowly gathering near on the log-piles, in order to get drift of what this visit meant. Some of them had private reasons for wondering what business a high sheriff was on; all of them were curious. And the sheriff saw Tommy Eye in the forefront. "By-the-way, Eye," he called, "the wardens want you! You'd better come along out with me and save trouble." "I'm an outlaw," cried Tommy, defiantly, "and I won't come with nobody!" The sheriff blinked at the man who had been his uncomplaining prisoner for so many summers, and seemed to be trying to digest this defiance. "I'm an outlaw!" repeated the man. "I ain't to work for nobody. I've jacked my job here. I'm just plain outlaw. I ain't responsible to nobody. Nobody ain't responsible for me. You tell that to everybody concerned. I'm an outlaw!" Rodliff, still with wondering eyes on Tommy, slowly worked a revolver out of his hip-pocket. "Come down off'n that pile!" he shouted. "I want you!" But once the revolver was out the target was not visible. Three leaps, his calk boots biting the logs, put Tommy out of sight behind the pile. Two minutes later they heard him among the trees far up the slope of Blunder valley. He was still shouting his declaration of outlawry, and the diminuendo of tone indicated that he was running like a deer.