I smiled when the judge spoke of his nerve and vigor.

Still I was glad of his company, for I enjoyed Purvis.
I had drafted my letters for the day and was about to close my desk and start on my journey when Louis Latour came in and announced that he had brought the writs from the judge and was going with me.
"You will need a sheriff's deputy anyhow, and I have been appointed for just this kind of work," he assured me.
"I don't object to your going but you must remember that I am in command," I said, a little taken back, for I had no good opinion either of his prudence or his company.
He was four years older than I but I had better judgment, poor as it was, and our chief knew it.
"The judge told me that I could go but that I should be under your orders," he answered.

"I'm not going to be a fool.

I'm trying to establish a reputation for good sense myself." We got our dinners and set out soon after one o'clock.

Louis wore a green velvet riding coat and handsome top boots and snug-fitting, gray trousers.