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“Yes, suh,” stated O’Day. “Pete Gafford he set down with me and made hit all clear to me, yestiddy evenin’, after they’d done served the papers on me.”

“All right, then. Now I’m goin’ to fix the hearin’ fur to-morrow mornin’ at ten. The other side is askin’ fur a quick decision; and I rather figger they’re entitled to it. Is that agreeable to you?”

“Whutever you say, Judge.”

“Well, have you retained a lawyer to represent your interests in court? That’s the main question that I sent fur you to ast you.”

“Do I need a lawyer, Judge?”

“Well, there have been times when I regarded lawyers ez bein’ superfluous,” stated Judge Priest dryly. “Still, in most cases litigants do have ’em round when the case is bein’ heard.”

“I don’t know ez I need any lawyer to he’p me say whut I’ve got to say,” said O’Day. “Judge, you ain’t never ast me no questions about the way I’ve been carryin’ on sence I come into this here money; but I reckin mebbe this is ez good a time ez any to tell you jest why I’ve been actin’ the way I’ve done. You see, suh—-“

“Hold on!” broke in Judge Priest. “Up till now, ez my friend, it would ‘a’ been perfectly proper fur you to give me your confidences ef you were minded so to do; but now I reckin you’d better not. You see, I’m the judge that’s got to decide whether you are a responsible person–whether you’re mentally capable of handlin’ your own financial affairs, or whether you ain’t. So you’d better wait and make your statement in your own behalf to me whilst I’m settin’ on the bench. I’ll see that you git an opportunity to do so and I’ll listen to it; and I’ll give it all the consideration it’s deservin’ of.

“And, on second thought, p’raps it would only be a waste of time and money fur you to go hirin’ a lawyer specially to represent you. Under the law it’s my duty, in sech a case ez this here one is, to app’int a member of the bar to serve durin’ the proceedin’s ez your guardian ad litem.

“You don’t need to be startled,” he added as O’Day flinched at the sound in his ears of these strange and fearsome words. “A guardian ad litem is simply a lawyer that tends to your affairs till the case is settled one way or the other. Ef you had a dozen lawyers I’d have to app’int him jest the same. So you don’t need to worry about that part of it.

“That’s all. You kin go now ef you want to. Only, ef I was you, I wouldn’t draw out any more money frum the bank ‘twixt now and the time when I make my decision.”

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All things considered, it was an unusual assemblage that Judge Priest regarded over the top rims of his glasses as he sat facing it in his broad armchair, with the flat top of the bench intervening between him and the gathering. Not often, even in the case of exciting murder trials, had the old courtroom held a larger crowd; certainly never had it held so many boys. Boys, and boys exclusively, filled the back rows of benches downstairs. More boys packed the narrow shelf-like balcony that spanned the chamber across its far end–mainly small boys, barefooted, sunburned, freckled-faced, shock-headed boys. And, for boys, they were strangely silent and strangely attentive.

The petitioner sat with his counsel, Mr. Sublette. The petitioner had been newly shaved, and from some mysterious source had been equipped with a neat wardrobe. Plainly he was endeavouring to wear a look of virtue, which was a difficult undertaking, as you would understand had you known the petitioner.

The defending party to the action was seated across the room, touching elbows with old Colonel Farrell, dean of the local bar and its most florid orator.