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`` An ' McGinty weakens , '' laughed the mocker behind the stove-pipe . `` Bonsor jest pockets the pore dead man 's cash , '' says McGinty , with righteous indignation , `` and I 've called this yer meetin ' t ' arbitrate the matter . '' `` Minoók does n't mind arbitrating , '' says Keith low to the Colonel , `` but there is n't a man in camp that would give five cents for the interest of the heirs of Lawrence in that fifteen hundred dollars . '' A hammering on the clerk 's little table announced that it was seven p.m. . The Court then called for the complaint filed by McGinty v. Bonsor , the first case on the docket . The clerk had just risen when the door was flung open , and hatless , coatless , face aflame , Maudie stood among the miners . `` Boys ! ''