"What excuse have you to offer for such acts of indiscretion?" he inquired presently, and eyed them severely. They both burst out crying and clung to each other, which made a very pathetic picture. "We wasn't doing anything, Mr. Judge. Not anything. We lived there and the men were our husbands," said one, while the other cried woefully. The recorder eyed them critically, before speaking in a tone of extreme severity: "Why, then, did they jump out the windows and run away.... Don't you think that was very cowardly for _husbands_?" "O-oh," they cried now like two poor souls about to enter purgatory. They almost made others cry, too. But the judge was unbending. He looked forbidding, and as cold as steel as he said: "Young women like you two should exercise more discretion. If you _must_ conduct yourselves to the disgrace of the community in such manner, you should keep off the streets with your _men_ at such ungodly hours. I am, therefore, going to impose a fine of $10 and costs upon each of you for delinquency. Next!" "Boise Demon and Sidney Wyeth!" called the clerk with his eyes on the docket. The pair now stood facing the court. "Your Honor," began the officer, who had Wyeth in charge the night before, preferring the charge, "we found these fellows at two o'clock this morning, going in the direction of Warren street. And since, as you know, we have orders to intercept all people whose appearance is suspicious, and since they failed to give an account of themselves that was satisfactory, we considered it expedient to place them under arrest." The recorder nodded his acquiescence. "Your name?" he inquired of the chauffeur. "Boise Demon." "And yours?" of Wyeth. "What's your occupation, Demon?" "I'm a chauffeur 'n' wo'ks fo' Mr. Baron Ciders. You know him. 'Es mah boss. 'Es got a office in the--" "Why weren't you at home in bed ten hours before you were charged with being on the street?" he demanded. Demon's jaw fell. Sidney looked discouraged. It was a self-evident fact now that Judge Loyal's stomach was out of order.... Demon's excuse was a variation that failed to impress the judge as being the truth. Wyeth languidly resigned himself to the inevitable. "What is your occupation, Wyeth?" he now turned his gaze upon Sidney. He was told. "What's your excuse for being upon the streets at two A.M.?" "Nothing!" calmly. The judge regarded him in silence, while the pair waited for the sentence. Still the judge paused. As he did so, Wyeth heard him belch slightly, as if decided. A moment later came the words: "Fine you fellows $5 and costs. You must keep off the street loafing about all night. Next!" They were turned about automatically, and then Wyeth found himself looking down on a low, deformed creature. He had been told about him also, and why he was deformed.