He felt half inclined to reconsider his determination.

The judge was gone.

The dismissal of Sabina, though a pleasant and satisfying form of vengeance, would not bring the lost three pounds back again; while there might be a good deal of trouble in getting another cook.
"Before I go," said Sabina, who did not want to go, and was watching Doyle's face for signs of relenting, "before I go I've a message to give you from Mr.Meldon." "I seen him myself this morning," said Doyle, "and I don't know what there could be in the way of a message for me that he wouldn't have told me himself." "What he bid me tell you was this--" Sabina paused.

"Well now," she said, "if I haven't gone and forgot the name of the dog!" "Was it a dog that a king killed one time," said Doyle, "on account of his thinking it had his baby ate ?" "It might," said Sabina.

"It was a queer name he had on it, and I disremember what it was." "I disremember it myself," said Doyle, "but it was likely the same dog as he was telling me about when I was driving him in.