There was a sound of many footsteps; voices came murmuring, growing louder.

The door was pushed open from without, and in came much of the remaining population of Heart's Desire, so far as it could gain room.

The man from Leavenworth was there, his whiskers wagging unintelligibly.

McKinney was there, and Doc Tomlinson and Tom Osby, and everybody else; and, pushing through the crowd, there came the Littlest Girl from Kansas, her apron awry, her hair blown, her face flushed, her eyes moist with tears.
"Curly!" cried she as at last her eyes caught sight of him.

"Come right on out of here, this minute! Come along!" What would you have?
The Law is the Law; but there are such things as supreme courts.