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“I am here, your honor, to do what is right,” was the cold response of merchant Clemmons.
“He ought to have fifty dollars for the boat, for it was worth it,” said the sailor bluntly.
“No, my price was only fifteen dollars, and I would not take that from him were it not for my mother’s being ill,” said Mark Merrill.
The amount was paid by merchant Clemmons, and Mark Merrill hastened from the court room, accompanied by his newly-made friend, Jack Judson, sailor.
CHAPTER IV.
THE DWELLERS IN “SPOOK HALL.”
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The youth, accompanied by Jack Judson, the sailor, walked hastily up the main street of the little town, until he came to a fine residence, before which hung a sign bearing the legend:
“DR. STONE’S OFFICE.”
The physician had just returned home, and coming by the court room had heard the story of the affray, and from one who had sided with the sailor lad in the affair.
He heard Mark’s story of his mother’s illness, and at once said he would drive down that evening, and received his fee in advance, which he made exceedingly modest.