It was this that Scipio had preferred me to see with my own eyes. The fight was between man and man no longer. The case could not be one of forgiveness; but the Virginian would not use his official position to crush his subordinate. Trampas departed with something muttered that I did not hear, and the Virginian closed intimate conversation by saying, “You’ll be late for breakfast.” With that he also took himself away. The ladies were inclined to be scandalized, but not the Judge. When my whole story was done, he brought his fist down on the table, and not lightly this time. “I’d make him lieutenant general if the ranch offered that position!” he declared. Miss Molly Wood said nothing at the time. But in the afternoon, by her wish, she went fishing, with the Virginian deputed to escort her. I rode with them, for a while. I was not going to continue a third in that party; the Virginian was too becomingly dressed, and I saw KENILWORTH peeping out of his pocket. I meant to be fishing by myself when that volume was returned. But Miss Wood talked with skilful openness as we rode. “I’ve heard all about you and Dr. MacBride,” she said. “How could you do it, when the Judge places such confidence in you?” He looked pleased. “I reckon,” he said, “I couldn’t be so good if I wasn’t bad onced in a while.” “Why, there’s a skunk,” said I, noticing the pretty little animal trotting in front of us at the edge of the thickets. “Oh, where is it? Don’t let me see it!” screamed Molly. And at this deeply feminine remark, the Virginian looked at her with such a smile that, had I been a woman, it would have made me his to do what he pleased with on the spot. Upon the lady, however, it seemed to make less impression. Or rather, I had better say, whatever were her feelings, she very naturally made no display of them, and contrived not to be aware of that expression which had passed over the Virginian’s face. It was later that these few words reached me while I was fishing alone: “Have you anything different to tell me yet?” I heard him say. “Yes; I have.” She spoke in accents light and well intrenched. “I wish to say that I have never liked any man better than you. But I expect to!” He must have drawn small comfort from such an answer as that. But he laughed out indomitably: “Don’t yu’ go betting on any such expectation!” And then their words ceased to be distinct, and it was only their two voices that I heard wandering among the windings of the stream. XXII. “WHAT IS A RUSTLER?” We all know what birds of a feather do. And it may be safely surmised that if a bird of any particular feather has been for a long while unable to see other birds of its kind, it will flock with them all the more assiduously when they happen to alight in its vicinity.