services. I haven't the slightest intention of setting up opposition to your notorious Doctor Ross."
"That may help some," Jim admitted, but with a reservation of doubt.
"I want to buy a horse—"
"What do you want a horse for if you ain't goin' to practice around?"
"Because I take my exercise that way. Do you know of anybody that's got a good gelding for sale?"
"Yes, you can buy a crackin' good mare from Ed Kraus, the liveryman. Mares stand this country better than geldings. The hot wind don't seem to pull 'em down so hard."
"I prefer a gelding," said the doctor, in his sure and stubborn way.
He spoke like a man who was certain within himself that he was right on all questions, and was not to be turned aside for the consideration of anybody's opinion, nor taken in on anybody's scheme. That was the way Justice sized him up, forming a definite hope at the same time of seeing him brought low, and made a by-word in the scoffing mouths of Damascus.
"I reckon you can find one," Jim returned, coldly, to indicate that his interest in the matter had faded out with the possibility of a commission from Ed Kraus.
"No doubt," Hall agreed, dismissing it lightly, as if it were of no consequence at all.
Justice could have growled. Resentment filled him; indignation gorged his plump face with hot blood. This fellow was altogether too sure of himself to get along in Damascus. They didn't want educated fools of this kind
