"An' dass de main," he cried, "dass de main kin tell you Ah speak de
trufe."
Before he was answered, Eph Watts looked at Briscoe keenly and then turned
to Lige Willetts and whispered: "Get on your horse, ride in, and ring the
court-house bell like the devil. Do as I say!"
Tears stood in the judge's eyes. "It is so," he said, solemnly. "He speaks
the truth. I didn't mean to tell it to-day, but somehow--" He paused. "The
hounds!" he cried. "They deserve it! My daughter saw them crossing the
fields in the night--saw them climb the fence, hoods, gowns, and all, a
big crowd of them. She and the lady who is visiting us saw them, saw them
plainly. The lady saw them several times, clear as day, by the flashes of
lightning--the scoundrels were coming this way. They must have been
dragging him with them then. He couldn't have had a show for his life
amongst them. Do what you like--maybe they've got him at the Cross-Roads.
If there's a chance of it--dead or alive--bring him back!"
A voice rang out above the clamor that followed the judge's speech.
"'Bring him back!' God could, maybe, but He won't. Who's travelling my
way? I go west!" Hartley Bowlder had ridden his sorrel up the embankment,
and the horse stood between the rails. There was an angry roar from the
crowd; the prosecutor pleaded and threatened unheeded; and as for the
deputy sheriff, he declared his intention of taking with him all who
wished to go as his posse. Eph Watts succeeded in making himself heard
above the tumult.
"The Square!" he shouted. "Start from the Square. We want everybody, and
we'll need them. We want every one in Carlow to be implicated in this
posse."
"They will be!" shouted a farmer. "Don't you worry about that."
"We want to get into some sort of shape," cried Eph.
"Shape, hell!" said Hartley Bowlder.
There was a hiss and clang and rattle behind him, and a steam whistle
shrieked. The crowd divided, and Hartley's sorrel jumped just in time as
the westbound accommodation rushed through on its way to Rouen. From the
rear platform leaned the sheriff, Horner, waving his hands frantically as
he flew by, but no one understood--or cared--what he said, or, in the
general excitement, even wondered why he was leaving the scene of his duty
at such a time. When the train had dwindled to a dot and disappeared, and
the noise of its rush grew faint, the court-house bell was heard ringing,
and the mob was piling pell-mell into the village to form on the Square.
The judge stood alone on the embankment.
"That settles it," he said aloud, gloomily, watching the last figures. He
took off his hat and pushed back the thick, white hair from his forehead.
"Nothing to do but wait. Might as well go home for that. Blast it!" he
exclaimed, impatiently. "I don't want to go there. It's too hard on the
little girl. If she hadn't come till next week she'd never have known John
Harkless."