"Why should I repent?" demanded Douglas.
"Aw, run him! Run the bastard!" shouted Scott Parsons.
But Doug rode between the preacher and the threatening young rider. "Let him go, Scott. He's had enough!"
Fowler disappeared down the trail. Scott turned scowling toward Douglas, but before he could do more Judith cried, "Come on, everybody! Let's go down to the post-office and get Peter to open the hall for a dance!"
"I will if somebody brings whiskey," agreed Scott, turning his horse toward Swift.
"I'll go over to Inez Rodman's and get some if Maud will go with me," volunteered Judith.
"Let's all go to Rodman's," cried Maud.
The older people were riding slowly down the trail to the valley. The youngsters waited until the way was clear before leaving the school-yard, agreeing in the meantime that Judith and Maud should go after the whiskey while the others went to interview Peter; and the two girls departed forthwith.
"Some one besides me will have to work on Peter," said Scott. "He's sore at me. I tried to kick Sister."
"What did you do that for?" asked Jimmy Day. "Are you sick of living?"
"She bit Ginger on the shoulder. I hate that dog."
"Jude can handle Peter," said Douglas. "Come on, let's get going."
The little cavalcade moved noisily down the trail, crossed the deep snows of Black Gorge and broke into a wild race when the road opened a mile below the post-office. The horses lunged and kicked through the drifts, the dogs barked, the girls squealed, the boys
