WHEREIN     A WRIT AND A RIOT FAIL
drawn outward by the undertow till the line at his waist grew taut, then the water surged over him and he was hurled high up on the beach again. He staggered dizzily back to the struggle, when suddenly a wave lifted the capsized cutter and righted it, and out from beneath shot the form of Wheaton, grimly clutching the life-ropes. They brought him in choking and breathless.
"I got it," he said, slapping his streaming breast. "It's all right, Glenister. I knew what delay meant so I took a long chance with the surf." The terrific ordeal he had undergone had blanched him to the lips, his legs wabbled uncertainly, and he would have fallen but for the young man, who thrust an arm about his waist and led him up into the town.
"I went before the Circuit Court of Appeals in 'Frisco," he explained later, "ancd they issued orders allowing an appeal from this court and gave me a writ of supersedeas directed against old Judge Stillman. That tvkes tie litigation out of his hands altogether, and directs McNamara to turn over the Midas and all the gold he's got. What do you think of that ? I did better than I expected."
Glenister wrung his hand silently while a great satisiaction came upon him. At last this waiting was over and his peaceful yielding to injustice had borne fruit; had proven the better course after all, as the girl had prophesied. He could go to her now with clean hands. The mine was his again. He would lay it at her feet, telling her once more of his love and the change it was working in him. He would make her see it, make her see that beneath the harshness his years in the wild had given him, his love for her was gentle and true and an.
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