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objected Kittridge , slightly offended at not being offered Bonbright 's confidence . The case on the docket , one that had interested Creed deeply , being the curious matter of a mountain creek which in the spring storms had changed its direction , scoured off a good field and flung it to the opposite side of the road , thus giving it to a new owner , dragged wearily . Who cared about the question of a few rods of mountain land , even if it had raised good tobacco , when the slayer of one of the bullies of the neighbourhood sat before them -- a man who had not only killed his victim but had , within fifteen minutes , hidden all traces of the body -- and the opening of a new feud was taking place before their eyes ? At noon Creed , in despair , adjourned his court , setting a new date for trial , explaining that this Turrentine matter ought to be looked into , and he believed it was not a proper day for him to be otherwise engaged . Then he sought old Tubal Kittridge . `` There 's something I want you to do for me , '' he said . `` Shore -- shore ; anything in the world , '' Kittridge agreed eagerly .