"
Ben regarded him with surprise. He had not dreamed that this
sun-brown, bearded man, in the roughest of mining-garbs, had ever
seen the inside of a college.
Hunter smiled at the boy's evident surprise.
"I don't look like a college graduate, do I? But I assure you I am
not the worst-dressed man in camp. My friend, the mayor, is
rougher-looking than I. Some time I hope to return to the haunts of
civilization, and then I will try to conform to habits which I have
almost forgotten."
"How are you making out, Hunter?" asked Bradley.
"Pretty well. I have made more here in six months than I did by
three years' practise of law before I came out here."
"Do you like it as well, Mr. Hunter?" Ben could not help asking
curiously.
"No, I don't; but then, it's only for a time, as I say to myself
when I get tired of the rough life I am leading. When I've made a
respectable pile I shall start for 'Frisco, and take passage home,
put up my shingle again, and wait for clients with money enough to
pay my board while I'm waiting. A young lawyer needs that always."
"Perhaps you'll be Judge Hunter, in time," said Bradley.
"I've served in that capacity already," said Hunter unexpectedly,
"and that not longer ago than yesterday.
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