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There was a somewhat heavy knock at the office door, and I think we all feared it was Dr. MacBride. But when the Judge opened, the Virginian was standing there in the darkness. "So!" The Judge opened the door wide. He was very hearty to the man he had trusted. "You're back at last." "I came to repawt." While they shook hands, Ogden nudged me. "That the fellow?" I nodded. "Fellow who kicked the cook off the train?" I again nodded, and he looked at the Virginian, his eye and his stature. Judge Henry, properly democratic, now introduced him to Ogden. The New Yorker also meant to be properly democratic. "You're the man I've been hearing such a lot about." But familiarity is not equality. "Then I expect yu' have the advantage of me, seh," said the Virginian, very politely. "Shall I repawt to-morro'?" His grave eyes were on the Judge again. Of me he had taken no notice; he had come as an employee to see his employer. "Yes, yes; I'll want to hear about the cattle to-morrow. But step inside a moment now. There's a matter--" The Virginian stepped inside, and took off his hat. "Sit down. You had trouble--I've heard something about it," the Judge went on. The Virginian sat down, grave and graceful. But he held the brim of his hat all the while. He looked at Ogden and me, and then back at his employer. There was reluctance in his eye. I wondered if his employer could be going to make him tell his own exploits in the presence of us outsiders; and there came into my memory the Bengal tiger at a trained-animal show I had once seen. "You had some trouble," repeated the Judge. "Well, there was a time when they maybe wanted to have notions. They're good boys." And he smiled a very little. Contentment increased in the Judge's face. "Trampas a good boy too?" But this time the Bengal tiger did not smile. He sat with his eye fastened on his employer.

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