"Is it safe to stop yet, Wilks?"
"Yes; they have given up the pursuit."
"Then, my poor boy, let us go into hospital." So he produced his flask
and bathed the dominie's temple and hand with the cooling spirit, after
which Wilkinson loosened his friend's flannel shirt and applied the same
remedy to his afflicted back, down which the three dead wasps slid to
the ground. The lawyer healed his own lip by allowing a little of the
cratur, as he termed it, to trickle over into his mouth.
"It seems to me, Wilks, that, when a man is looking for war, he's bound
to get it."
"Yes; I suppose that that is what is meant by 'they that take the sword
shall perish with the sword.'"
"Bad luck to these wasps; they revolved on us."
As the travellers continued their journey, Coristine turned to his
friend and asked him for counsel.
"You've studied casuistry, Wilks, and I want you, as a judge of what a
loyal citizen should do, to say what is our duty in regard to the
Grinstun man."
"What are you, Corry, a lawyer in general practice or a revenue
detective?"
"A lawyer, of course, but a citizen too.
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