"Fat chance anything's got when it mixes up with legalities," supplemented Frank Munro. "Nevertheless," remarked Coleman seriously, "I believe plain justice has more of a chance with him in charge than with another." "What sort of justice?" queried King. "Commercial?" He laughed in answer to his own question. "Criminal? I'd like to think it, gentlemen, but I cannot. You know as well as I do that any of us could this evening go into the streets, select our victim, and shoot him down secure in the knowledge that inconvenience is all the punishment we need expect--if we have money or friends. Am I not right, Coleman?" Coleman smiled sardonically, lifting his blue-black moustache. "Were Herod for the slaughter of the Innocents brought before a jury of this town, he would be acquitted," he said half-seriously. "Judas Iscariot would pass unscathed so long as any portion of his thirty pieces of silver remained with him." They laughed at this remarkable pronouncement, but with an undernote of seriousness. "No man, even exceptionally equipped as this young man seems to be," went on Coleman after a moment, "can accomplish _that_"--he snapped his fingers--"against organized forces such as those of 'Law and Order.'" "We can't stand this sort of thing forever!" cried Hossfros hotly. "It's getting worse and worse!" "We probably shall not stand it forever," agreed Coleman equably, "but we are powerless--at present." They looked toward him for explanation of this last. "When the people at large find that _they_ cannot stand it either, then we shall be no longer powerless. A single man can do something then--a single child!" "What will happen then?" asked Munro. "Vigilantes? '51 again?" Coleman, the leader of the Vigilantes of '51, turned on him a grave eye. "God forbid! We were then a frontier community. We are now an organized, civilized city. We have rights and powers through the regular channels--at the ballot box for example." Hossfros laughed skeptically. "It must wait," continued Coleman; "it must wait on public opinion." "Well," spoke up King, "it's all very well to wait, but public opinion left to itself is a mighty slow growth. It should be fostered. The newspapers--" "Don't let's lose our sense of humour," cut in Talbot Ward. "Can you see Charley Nugent or Mike Rowlee crusading for the right?" "But my point is good," insisted King. "An honest, fearless editor, not afraid to call a spade a spade--" "Would be shot," said Coleman briefly. "The chances of war," replied King. "They don't grow that kind around here," grinned Ward. "Well," concluded Coleman, "this young Keith probably won't help any, but he's going to be interesting to watch, just the same, to see what he'll do the first time they crack the whip over him. That's the vital point as far as he is concerned." XXXVI