been apprehended yet ?" he inquired, sharply. "He should 
be, for he's more guilty than this negro, a receiver of 
stolen goods." 
" Yes, sir," replied the assistant. "His case is before 
Judge Yawger." 
" Quite right. It should be," replied Payderson, se- 
verely. " This matter of receiving stolen property is one 
of the worst offenses, in my judgment." 
He then turned his attention to Ackerman again. 
"Now, look here, Ackerman," he exclaimed, irritated at 
having to bother with such a petty case, "I want to say 
something to you, and I want you to pay strict attention 
to me. Straighten up, there! Don't lean on that gate! 
You are in the presence of the law now. " Ackerman had 
sprawled himself comfortably down on his elbows as he 
would have if he had been leaning over a back-fence gate 
talking to some one, but he immediately drew himself 
straight, still grinning foolishly and apologetically, when 
he heard this. " You are not so dull but that you can 
understand what I am going to say to you. The offense 
you have committed—stealing a piece of lead pipe—is 
a crime. Do you hear me? A criminal offense—one that 
I could punish you very severely for. I could send you 
to the penitentiary for one year if I chose—the law says 
I may—one year at hard labor for stealing a piece of 
lead pipe. Now, if you have any sense you will pay 
strict attention to what I am going to tell you. I am 
not going to send you to the penitentiary right now. 
I'm going to wait a little while. I am going to sentence 
you to one year in the penitentiary—one year. Do you 
understand ?" Ackerman blanched a little and licked 
his lips nervously. " And then I am going to suspend 
that sentence—hold it over your head, so that if you 
are ever caught taking anything else you will be punished 
for this offense and the next one also at one and the same 
time. Do you understand that ? Do you know what I 
mean? Tell me. Do you ?"