I'd like to hang out my shingle here and practise law." The judge and Mr.Mahaffy were camped in the woods between Boggs' and Raleigh.

Betty had carried Hannibal off to spend the night at Belle Plain, Carrington had disappeared with Charley Norton; but the judge and Mahaffy had lingered in the meadow until the last refreshment booth struck its colors to the twilight, and they had not lingered in vain.
The judge threw himself at full length on the ground, and Mahaffy dropped at his side.

About them, in the ruddy glow of their camp-fire, rose the dark wall of the forest.
"I crave opportunity, Solomon--the indorsement of my own class.

I feel that I shall have it here," resumed the judge pensively.
But Mahaffy was sad in his joy, sober in his incipientent drunkenness.
The same handsome treatment which the judge commended, had been as freely tendered him, yet he saw the end of all such hospitality.

This was the worm in the bud.