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mm judge V?UOHAF1 KtSTER. I m^ht*^^^h2^*m /uvsrQviafts By JkMEivtu I CHAPTER I. The Boy at the Barony. The Qulntards had not prospered on the barren lands of tbe pine woods whither tbey bed emigrated to es? cape tbe malaria of tbe low coast, but this no longer mattered, for the last of his name and race, old General Quintan), was dead In the great house his father bad built almost a century before and the thin acres of the Barony, where h<? had made hla laat etaad against ago and poverty, were to claim him, now that he had given np the struggle In their midst Though he had lived continuously at the Barony for almost a quarter of a century, there waa none among his neighbors who could say he had looked on that thin, aquiline face In all that time. Tet they had known much of him. for the gossip of the alaves, who had been his only friends In those years be bad chosen to deny hlmfelf to other friends, had gone far and wide over tie county. That notable man of business, Jona? than Crenshaw, was closeted In the library with a stranger to whom rumor fixed the name of Bladen, sup? posing him to be the leital repre? sentative of certain r?uio' ? connec? tions Of the Old general's. Crenshaw sat before the lat-topped mahogany desk with severe.1, account hooks before him Bladen stood by J the window. "I supp* se you will buy in the prop? erty when It comes up fox salo?" the letter waa saying. Crenshaw nodded. "He lived entirely alor j, saw no one, I understi nd ?" said dladen. "Alone with bis two or three old alaves?yes, air. He wouldn't even nee me." There was a brief pause, then Cren? shaw spoke again. "I reckon, sir, If you know anything about the old gen? tlemen's private affairs you don't feel no call to speak on that point?" be observed. "AU I know Is this: General Quin tard was a conspicuous man In these parts fifty years ago; he married a Beaufort" "80 be did." said Crenshaw, "and there was one child, a daughter; she married a South Carolinian by tbe name of Turbervllle. Great folks, those Turbervllles, 1 Mllng rich." "And what became if the daughter who married Turbervllle?" "Died years ago," said Crenshaw. They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Tome in," said Crenshaw. The door opened and a small bay entered the room drsgging arter him a long rifle. Suddenly overcome by a shy nena, be paused on the threshold to stare with round, wondering eyes at 'the two men. "Well, sonny, what do you want?" asked Mr. Crenshaw in? dulgently "Please, sir, 1 want this here old spo'ttn' rifle." said tbe child. *"1 reckon you may keop it?at least I've no objection." Crenshaw glanced at Bladen. "Oh, by all means," said the latter. Spasms of delight shook the small figure With a murmur that was meant for thanks be backed from tbe room, closing tbe door. Hl iden glanced in? quiringly at Crenshaw. "You want to know about him, sir? Well, that a Mnsnsthn] Wayne Hazard. But who Hannibal Wayne Hazard la ?Just wait a minute, sir"?and quit? ting bis chair Mr. Crenshaw hurried from tbe room to return almost im? mediately with a tall countryman. -Mr Bladen. this is Hob Yancy Hob, the gentleman wauts to bear aboat the woman and tbe child; that's your story." -Howdy, sir," said Mr. Yancy. He appeared to meditate on the mental effort that was required of him. "it was four years ago como next Christmas.'' said Crenshaw. "Old Christmas." corrected Mr. Yancy. "The evening belu", It was, snd I'd gone to Fnyertevllle to get my Christina* lixln's. Just at BtUsdOWl I booked up that hl:nd mule of mine tfl the cart ami Start 4 fo' homo, A Hill out of town I lo one HQ log through UM nun alter me. 1 pulled up and walte !, and then I made out It was a Wt l II Bl SheS she wn* o the < rt and says, 'Can you drive BJM 01 |o the Barony'." When I got down Ig hell Ihm It,to the cart I saw she w 1 mg a child in her arms. Well, sir. she hardly spoke until we .? *he red gat?, nhgg she says, stop, it yog ajgnggj I II walk the rest of tte way.' The Iget I seen of her Hh ? was hurrjltu; through the rain toting the Child In her arms " Mr frennhnw took up the nariatu "Wh*n morning mmo *he 1 gone, but the child done Stayed hf> hind I've heard Aunt Alsldls tell how tbe old goner ii n.ild that SjQfl lag. pale and iBggtlg like, 'You'll lind a boy SjgloOf In the red re : ; 1 . |Q fed and rsred fo'. but k*?. 1? him fl?nd as your Job work. 1 out or my eight -Hin name Is Hanni? bal Wayne Hazard.' That Is all tbc general ever said on the matter." The old general was borne across what bad once been the west lawn to hit resting-place In the neglected acre where the dead and gone of his race lay, and the record of the family was complete, as far as any man knew. Then Crenehaw, assisted by Bob Tancy, proceeded to secure the great house against Intrusion. They passed from room to room so curing doors and windows, and at last atepped out upon the back porch. "Hullo!" said Tancy. pointing. There on a bench by the kitchen door was Hannibal Wayne Hasard aaleep, with his old spo'tln' rifle asjross hia knees. "Well, I declare to goodness I" aald Crenshaw. "I reckon you'd rather drop a word with yo' missus before you toted him home?" suggested Yancy, who knew something of the nature of his friend's domestic thraldom. ? "A woman ought to be boss In her own house," sail? Crenshaw. "Feelln" the truth of that, I've never married, Mr. John. But I was going to say, what's to hinder me from toting that boy to my home?" "If you'll take the boy, Bob, you shan't lose by It." Tancy rested a big knotted hand . on the boy's shoulder. "Come, wake up, sonny!" The child roused with a start and sta ed Into pie strange bearded face that was bent toward him. "It's yo* Uncle Bob," continued Yancy in a wheedling tone. "Here, give us the spo'tln' rltle to tote!" Yancy balanced the rifle on his great palm and bis eyes assumed a speculative cast. "I wonder what's to hinder us from loading this old gun, and tiring this old gun, and hearing this old gun go?bang! Eh?" The ch'ld's blue eyes grew wide. "Pleuse, Uncle Bob, make it go bang!" "You come along, then," and Mr. Yancy moved off in the direction of his mule, the child following. Thereafter beguiling speech flowed steadily from Mr. Yancy's bearded This," Said Yancy, "Are Scratci. Hill." lips, in the midst of which relations were established between tho mule and cart, and the boy Quitted tho Barony for a new world. The afternoon sun waned as they went deeper and deeper into the plno woods, but at last they came to their Jonrney's end, a widely scattered set? tlement on a hill ShOTf a branch. "This," said At. Yancy, "are Scratch Hill, sonny. Why Scratch Hill? Some say it's the fleas; other?, ngin hold it's the eternal bother ol making a Irring here, but whether fleas or living you scratch to' both." CHAPTER II. Captain Mut re 11 Asks Questions. In tho deep peace thai rested Ilka a honed lotion on the plne*clad elopes of Scratch Hill the boy Hannibal fob lowed at Yancy'i beeli ei that geu llcmni pursued the not arduous rounds ot temperate Industry which ?isda up hli dally life, for U Yancy v. er.? not completely Idle ho was re* ?possible lot counterfeit present* BlOSl of idleness harlOJ BIOSl Of l!>6 i lorltl of tho real article. rhc Barony hsd been offered for ml? and hOUSht IS by Crenshaw for eleren thousand dollars, this being the amount Of hll Huhn. Some tin months later he sold the plantation lot Bfteea Ihouannd dollars to Na? thanlel ivmk d4 Currituek county. "There'h 01004 v in tho old place, Hob, st thai tiKure," Crsnshsw told V.mey. Hladen'i gut an answer from then Hniith Carolina Qulntards, and they <i< n t know nothing about tho boy," added Crenahaw "bo you can real FVanJ os your Job work. easy, r.ot;; they aiu'i going to w ant him." "Weil, sir, that surely is a passel ol comfort to me. I find I got all tho Instincts of a lather without baring had none of ihe instincts of a hus? band." A richer, deeper realization of his Joy ca.me to Yancy when he had turned his back on Balaam'! C *ss Roads and set out for home through the fragrant silence of the pine woods. Just beyond the Barony, which was midway between Balaam'! and the HIUi down tho long stretch of sandy road he saw two mounted figures, then as they drew nearer he caught the flutter of skirts and recognized one of the horsewomen. It was Mrs. Ferris, wife of the Barony's new own? er. She reined in her horse abreast Of his cart. "Aren't you Mr. Yancy?" she asked. ? "I am Mrs. Ferris, and I am very pleased to make your acquaintance." : 'The same here," murmured Yancy with winning civility Mrs. Ferris' companion leaned for? ward, her face averted, and stroked her horse's neck with gloved hand. 1 "This is my friend, Miss Betty Mal? roy." "(lind to know you, ma'am," Bald Yancy. Miss Malroy faced him, smiling, j She was quite radiant with youth and : beauty. "We are Just returning from Scratch Hill," said Mrs. Ferris. "And the dear little boy we met is I your nephew, la he not, Mr. Yancy?" : It was Betty Malroy who spoke. "In a manner he Is and in a man- ' ner he ain't," explained Yancy, some? what enigmatically. | ! "Do you know the old deserted cab- j In by the big pine??the Blount place?" asked Mrs. Ferris. I "Yes, ma'am, I kuov it." "I am going to have Sunday school | ' there for tho children; they shan't be neglected any longer if I can help i it. Now won't you let your little , nephew come?" "I reckon you-all can count on my nevvy," Bob said. I I Hannibal and Yancy were the first 1 to arrive at the deserted cabin in the old field Sunday afternoon. Shy chil? dren from the pine woods, big broth? ers with little sisters and big sisters j with little brothers, drifted out of the encircling forest. | Mrs. Ferris' missionary spirit mani? fested itself agreeably enough on the whole. She read certain chapters from the Bible, finishing with tho itory of David, a narrative that made t. deep impression upon Yancy, com- , fortably seated In the doorway. < "You will ail be here next Sunday, won't you??and at the same hour?" she said, rising. There was a sudden clatter of loots beyond the door. A man, well cressed and well mounted had rid? den into the yard. As Mrs. Ferris came from the cabin he flung him? self out of the saddle and, hat in laud, approached her. "I am hunting a place called the Barony; can you tell me if I am on the right road?" he asked. He was a nan in the early thirties, graceful and powerful of build, with a hand? some face. "It Is my husband you wish to see? I am Mrs. Ferris." "Then General Quintard Is dead?" His tone was one of surprise. "His death occurred over a year ago, and my husband now owns the Barony; were you a friend of the gen? eral's?" "No, madam; he was my father's f riend, but 1 had hoped to meet him." His manner was adroit and plausible, j "Will you ride on with us to the ; Tarony and meet my husband, Mr. -?" she paused. "Murrell?Captain Murrell. Thank you; I should like to see the old place. I should highly value the priv? ilege," then his eyes rested on Miss Malroy. "Betty, let mo present Captain Mur? rell." The captain bowed, giving her a gl?hce ol bold admiration. By tills time the children had strag? gled off Into the pine woods as si? lently as they had assembled; only Yancy and Hannibal remained. Mrs. Ferris turned to the former. "U you Will close the cabin door, Mr. Yancy, everything will be ready for next Sunday," she said, and moved toward tho horses, followed by Mur? rell. Betty Malroy lingered for a mo? ment at H nnibul's side. "Good-by, littlo loy. you must ask your Uncle Bob to bring you up to the big house to see me," and stoop? ing she kissed him. "Ciood-by, Mr. Yancy." CHAPTER ill. i ? Trouble at Scratch Hill. Captain Murrell had established himself at Balaam'! cross Road!. He was supposed to bo Interested in the purchase of B plantation, and in com? pany With Crenshaw visited the nu? merous tracts of b?nd which the mer? chant owned; but though be prof eased delight With the country, he was plainly in no haste to become com? mitted to any one ol the several prop? osition! Crenshaw was eager to sub mit, 'The Barony would have wited mo," he told Binden one day. They bad j*>^t returned from an excursion Into the country and were seated in tin1 lawyer's Office. "You May your rather was friend or the old general's?" eald Bladen. "Years ago, in the north?yes," an awered Murrell. Murrell regarded the lawyer in si? lence for a moment oul ol his deeply sunk eye; ?Too bad about the boy," be !aid at length : lowly "HOW do you moan. Captain"' asked Binden. *end us your J??t? w< i k, "I mean it s a pity he uas no one except Yancy to look after him," said j Murrell; but Bladen showed no In terest and Murrell went on: "Has I Yancy any legal claim on the boy?" "No, certnlnly not; the boy was merely left with Yancy because Cren shaw didn't know what else to do with him." "Get possession of him, and If I don't buy land here I'll take htm west with me," said Murrell quietly. "1 am willing to spend five hundred dol? lars on this if necessary." "I'll have to think your proposi? tion over," said Bladen. The immediate result of thiR con? versation was that within twenty-four hours a man driving two horses hitched to a light buggy arrived at Scratch Hill in quest of Bob Yancy, whom he found at dinner and to whom he delivered a letter. Mr. Yancy was profoundly impressed by the attention, for holding tbe letter at arm's length, he said: "Well, sir, I've lived nigh on to fcrty years, but I never got a piece of writing beio*?never, sir. People, If they was close by, spoke to me, if at a distance they hollered, but none of 'em ever wrote." "What's your answer?" demanded tbe stranger. "You tell him I'll be monstrous glad to talk it over with him any time be fancies to come out here." The next day Yancy had occasion to visit Balaam s Cross Roads. Cren? shaw gave bim a disquieting opinion as to the probable contents of his let* ! He Had Not Long to Wait, for Pres? ently a Buggy Hove in Sight. ter, for he himself had heard from Bladen that he had decided to as? sume the care of the boy. "I reckon Bladen will have the law on his side, Bob!" "The law be damned?I got what's fair on mine. I don't ?wish fo' better than that," exclaimed Yancy, over his shoulder. He strode from the storo and started down the sandy road at t. brisk run. Miserable forebodings of an impending tragedy leaped up with? in him, and the miles were many that lay- between him and the Hill. | i As lie breasted the slope he came within sight of a little group in his own dooryard. Saving only Unck Sammy Bellamy, the group resolvcc itself into the women and children ol the Hill, but there was one small figure ho missed. The patriarch hur ried toward him, leaning on his cane. "They've took your nevvy, Bob!" h?> cried, in a high, thin voice. "Who's took him?" asked Yanc> ? hoarsely. "Hit were Dave Blount. Get youi gun, Bob, and go after him?kill the miserable sneaking cuss!" cried Uncle Sammy. "By the Fayettevllle Road,' Bob, not ten minutes ago?you can cut him off at Ox Road forks!" Yancy breathed a sigh of relief. A rille was placed in Yancy's hands. "Thank you-all kindly," said Yancy, and turning away he struck oil through the pine woods. A brisk walk of twenty minutes brought him to the Ox Road forks. He had not long to wait, for pres? ently the buggy hove in sight. As the buggy came nearer he recognized his ancient enemy in the person of the man who sat at Hannibal's side, agd stepping into the road seized the' horses by their bits. At sight of him Hannibal shrieked his name in de? light. "Uncle Bob?Uncle Bob?" he cried. "Yes, it's Uncle Bob. You can light down, Nevvy." "Leggo them horses!" said Mr. Blount. "Light down, Nevvy," said Yancy, still pleasantly. Hannibal instantly availed himself of the invitation. At the same mo? ment Dlounl struck at Yancy with his whip, and his horses reared wildly, thinking the blow meant tor them. Seeing that the be; had reached the ground in safety, Yancy relaxed his bold on the team which instantly plunged forward, rhon as the buggy -w? pt past bim ho made a grab at Rlouni and dragged him out over the wheels Into the road, where he pro? ceeded to fetch Mr. Ulouul a smack in the Jaw. Then w 11li a tlnal skilful kick he sent Mr. Blount sprawling. "Don't let me catch you around these diggings again, i ave mount, or I Ft wear to God ill he tbe death of you!" Hannibal rode home through the pine woods in triumph on his Uncle Hob's mighty shoulders. CHAPTER IV. Law at H a team's Cross Roads. But Mr. Yancy was only at the be? ginning of hi '.rouble. Three days lat'M- there npi ? a red on the borders Give us your Job work. of Scratch Hill a gentleman armed with a rifle. It was Charley 1 alaaru, old Squire Balaam's nephew. "Can I see you friendly, Hob Ynncy?" Balaam demanded with the lungs of a stentor, sheltering himself behind the thick bole oi a bweetgum, for he observed that Yancy held his rifle in tbe crook of bis rm. "I reckon you can, Charley Balaam, if you are friendly," said Yancy. "I'm a-going to trust you, Hob," said Balaam. And forsaking the shelter of the sweetgum he shuffled up the slope. "How are you, Charley?" asked Yancy, as they ~hook hands. "Only just tolerable, Hob. You've been warranted?Dave Blount swore hit on to you.*' He displayed a sheet of paper covered with much writing and decorated with a large seal. "Read it," he said mildly. Balaam scratched his head. "I don't know that hit's my duty to do that, Bob. Hit's my duty to serve it on to you." At this Juncture Uncle Sammy's bent form emerged from the path that led off through the woods in the di? rection of the Bellamy cabin. With the patriarch was a stranger. "Howdy, Charley. Here, Bob Yancy, you shake hands with Bruce Carrlng ton," commanded Uncle Sammy. At the name both Yancy and Balaam manifested interest. They saw a man in the early twenties, clean-ninoed and broad-shouldered, with a hand? some face and shapely bead. "Yes, sir, bit's a grandson of Tom Carrlng ton that ?sed to own tbe grist-mill down at tbe Forks." "Where you located at, Mr. Car rington?" asked Yrancy. But Car rlngton was not given a chance to reply. Uncle Sammy saved mm the trouble. I "Back in Kentucky. He takes rafts down the river to New Orleans, tuen he comes back on ships to Balti? more, or else he hoofs it no'th over? land. He wants to visit the Forks," he added. j "I'm shortly goin' that way myself, Mr. Carrlngton, and I'll be pleased of your company?but first I got to get through with Bob Yancy," said Ba? laam, and again he produced the war? rant. "If agreeable to you, Bob, I'll ask Uncle Sammy to read this here warrant" ! "Who's been a-warrantln' Bob Yancy?" cried Uncle Sammy. j "Dave Blount has." I "I knowed hit?I knowed he'd try to get even! What's the charge agiu yog, Boh?" "Read hit," said Balaam. "Why, sho'?can't you read plain writin'. Uncle Sammy?" for the patriarch was showing signs of embarrassment. "If you gentlemen will let ne?" said Carrlngton pleasantly. After a moment's scrutiny of the paper that Balaam had thrust in his han^i, Car? rlngton began: "To the Sheriff of the County of Cum? berland: Greetings: "Whereas, It is alleged that a mur? derous assault has been committed on. one David Blount, of Fayetteville, by Robert Yancy, of Scratch Hill, said Blount sustaining numerous bruises and contusions, to his great Injury of body and mind; and, whereas, it is further alleged that said murderous assault was wholly unprovoked and without cause, you will forthwith take into custody the person of said Yancy, of Scratch Hill, charged with having inflicted the bruises and contusions herein Get forth in the complaint ot said Blount, and Instantly bring him into our presence to answer to these and several crimes and misdemean? ors. You are eiupowered to seize said Yancy wherever he may be at; wheth "You Are Empowered to Seize Said Yancy Wherever He May Be At." er on the hillside or in the valley, eating or sleeping, or at rest. "DE LANCY BALAAM, Magistrate. "Fourth District, County ot Cum 1 erland, State of North Carolina. Done this twenty-lourth day of May, 1SU5. V, S. -Dear Hob: Dave Hlount says he ain't able to chew his meat. I thought you'd be glad to know.1' Smilingly Carrlngton folded tho warrant and banded it to Yancy. "Well, what are you geill' to do about hit. Bob?" Inquired U ilaam. "Maybe I'd ought t?^ go. I'd like to oblige the squire," said Yancy, "Suppose i come to the Croes [loads this evening1?" "That's agreeable,' said the deputy, win) presently departed in comp my with Carrlngton. Some hoars later tho male popula? tion <>f Scratch 1 till, with n gravity befitting the occasion, prepared Itself to descend on tho Cross Itoads and give Its support t?> Mr Yancy in his hour of need. Even Uncle Sammy, who ban tan beet ofl the |I*JI ID Send us your job werk. rears, announced lhat no considera? tion of fatigue would keep him away from the scene of action, find Yancy loaned him his mule and cart tor the occasion. Yancy led the strangling procession, with the boy trotting by his side, his little sunburned fist clasped In the man's great hand. The squire's court held its lntre quenl Sittings in the best room of tho Balaam homestead, a double cabin of hewn logs. Here "cratch Hill was giatiiied with a v. v oi Mr. Blount's battered vi. afe . "What's all this here fuss between you and Bob Yancy?" demanded tho squire when he had administered the oath to Blount. Mr, Hlouct's state? ment was brief and very much to tho poin?. "He done give me the ordjer from the judge of the cot?T was to show it to Heb Yancy?" "Got that order?" demanded the squire sharply. With a smile, dam? aged, but clearly a smile, Blount pro? duced the order. "Hinm?app lnted guardeen of the boy?" the squire was presently heard to murmur. Tho crowded room was very still now, and more \nan one pair or eyes wero turned pityingly in Yancj's direction. When the long arm of the law reached out from Fayetteville, where ' there was a real judge and a real sheriff, it clothed Itself with terrors. "Well, Mr. Blount, what did you do with this here order?" asked tho squire. "I showed Yancy the order?" ! "You lie, Dave Blount; you didn't!" said Yancy. "But I can't say as it . would have made r.o difference, squire. He'd have taken his licking Just the same and I'd have had my nevvy out of that buggy!" 1 "Didn't he say nothing about this here order from the co't, Bob?" 1 "There wa'u't much conversation, squire. I invited my nevvy to light down, and then I snaked Dave Blount ! out over the wheel." "Who struck the first blow?" i "He did. He struck at me with his buggy whip." I Squir6 Balaam removed his spec? tacles and leaned back in his chair. "It's the opinion of this here co't that the whole question of assault rests on whether Bob Yancy saw the order. Bob Yancy swears he didn't ? see it, while Dave Blount swears he showed it to him. If Bob Yancy didn't know of the existence of the order he was clearly actin* on the idea that Blount was stealin' his nevvy, and ho done what any one would have done under the circumstances. If, on the other hand, he knowed of this order from the cot, he was not only guilty of assault, but he was guilty of re sistin' an officer of the co't." The 6quire paused impressively. His audi? ence drew a long breath. "Can a body drap a word here?" It was Uncle Sammy's thin voice that cut into the silence. "Certainly, Uncle Sammy. This here co't will always admire to listen to you." "Well, I'd like to say that I con? sider that Fayetteville co't mighty of? ficious with Its orders. This pan of tho county won't take nothin' oil Fayetteville! We don't interfere with Fayetteville, and blamed if we'll let Fayetteville interfere with us!" There was a murmur of approval. Scratch Hill remembered the rilles in its hands aud took comfort. "The Fayetteville co't air a higher cot than this, Uncle Sammy," ex? plained the squire indulgently. "I'm aweer of that," snapped the patriarch. "I've seen hit's steeple." "Air you finished, Uncle Sammy?" asked the squire deferentially. "I 'low I am. But I 'low ttat if this here case is goln' again Bob Yancy I'd recommend him to go home I and not listen to no mo' foolishness." "Mr. Yancy will oblige this cc't by setting still while I finish this case," said the squire with dignity. "Mr. Y'ancy has sworn to one thing, Mr. Blount to another. Now the Yancys air an old family in these parts; Mr. Blount's folks air strangers. Conse? quently," pursued the squire, some i what vindictively, "we ain't had any time in which to form an opinion of the Blounts; but for myself, I'm sus? picious of folks that keep movin' about and who don't seem able to get located permanent nowheres, wh3 air 1 here today and away tomorrow. But you can't say that of the Yancys. They air an old family in the country, and naturally this co't feels obliged to accept a Yancy's word before the word of a stranger. And, In view of the fact that the defendant did not seek litigation, but was perfectly sat? isfied to let matters rest where they was, it is right and just that all costs should fall on the plaintiff." CHAPTER V. The Encounter. Betty Malroy bad ridden into the gqulre'a yard during the progress or the trial and When Yancy and Han? nibal came I ron: the house she I eck oned the Scratch Hitler to her. "You are not *:*.ing to lose your Der hew, are you, Mr. Yancy?' the asked eagerly, when Yancy stood at her side "No. ma'am." But his eenae ot ela? tion eras plainly tempered, "I am verj glad. I rode out to the Hill to say good by to Hannibal and to you, but the) said you were here and that the trial was today." Captain Murrell. with Civmhaw and the squire, came from the house, and MurreU'g swarthy race itt up at sight of tbe girl, Yancy would have >ieid ?..: his i ce, but Betty detained him MAre you gidng away, ma'am?' he naked a*lth concern. "Yei i'1 my home in west Tennes? see." und a cloud crossed her smooth brow. "Bui ain't yen ever coming back. G ve us ) our fob werk.