"I guess I was lucky," Morgan said, with modest depreciation of his valor, exceedingly uncomfortable to stand there and hear this loud-spoken praise of a deed he would rather have the public forget. "Maybe you call it luck where you came from, but we've got another name for it here in Ascalon." "I'm sorry I couldn't keep my engagement to look at that farm, Judge Thayer. You must have heard my reason for it." "Stilwell told me. It's a marvel you ever came back at all." "If the farm isn't sold----" "No," said the judge hastily, as if to turn him away from the subject. "Come in and sit down--there's a bigger thing than farming on hand for you if you can see your interests in it as I see them, Mr. Morgan. A man's got to trample down the briars before he makes his bed sometimes, you know--come on in out of this cussed sun. "Morgan, the situation in Ascalon is like this," Judge Thayer resumed, seated at his desk, Morgan between him and the door in much the same position that Seth Craddock had sat on the day of his arrival not long before; "we've got a city marshal that's bigger than the authority that created him, bigger than anything on earth that ever wore a star. Seth Craddock's enlarged himself and his authority until he's become a curse and a scourge to the citizens of this town." "I heard something of his doings from Fred Stilwell. Why don't you fire him?" "Morgan, I approached him," said the judge, with an air of injury. "I believe on my soul the old devil spared my life only because I had befriended him in past days. There's a spark of gratitude in him that the drenching of blood hasn't put out. If it had been anybody else he'd have shot him dead." "Hm-m-m-m!" said Morgan, grunting his sympathy, eyes on the floor. "Morgan, that fellow's killed eight men in as many days! He's got a regular program--a man a day." "It looks like something ought to be done to stop him." "The old devil's shrewd, he's had legal counsel from no less illustrious source than the county attorney, who's so crooked he couldn't lie on the side of a hill without rollin' down it like a hoop. Seth knows he fills an elective office, he's beyond the power of mayor and council to remove. The only way he can be ousted is by proceedings in court, which he could wear along till his term expired. We can't fire him, Morgan. He'll go on till he depopulates this town!" "It's a remarkable situation," Morgan said. "He's a jackal, which is neither wolf nor dog. He's never killed a man here yet out of necessity--he just shoots them down to see them kick, or to gratify some monstrous delight that has transformed him from the man I used to know." "He may be insane," Morgan suggested. "I don't know, but I don't think so. I can't abase my mind low enough to fathom that man." "It's a wonder somebody hasn't killed him," Morgan speculated.