The Detroit times., 1911-11-25
CHAPTER XIII.
(COntlnued.)


For all We know you may be some
fugitive from Justice! Why. your
name isn't Price,"
Are you sure OF THAR" asked the
Judge quickly.
You're an impostor! Your name rs
Turberville,"
Permit me TO relieve your appre-
tensions. IL Is Thrberville who has
received the appointment. Would you
like TO examine my credentials? 81
have them by memo? ! am obliged
for your introduction. IL could not
have come at more timely mo-
ment," The Judge seemed TO dismiss
Fentress contemptuously, Once more
he faced the packed benches. Put
down your weapons" he commanded.
This man Murrell will not be releas-
ed At the first effort at rescue he
will be shot where he sits-we have
sworn it-his plotting is at an end"
He stalked nearer the benches. Not
one chance I'm a thousand remains
to him. Either he dies here or he
lives TO be taken before every judge
In the state, IL necessary, until we
find one with courage TO try him.
Make no mistake--it will best con-
serve the ends OF justice TO allow the
state courts Jurisdiction in this case !;
and | pledge myself TO furnish evil
dence which will start him we'll on
| his road TO the gallows." The Judge,
tremendous presence, stalked still
rearer the benches. Outfacing the
crowd. sense OF the splendor OF the
part he was being called upon TO play
| flowed through him like some elixir;
he felt that he was transcending him
] self, that his inspiration was drawn
from the hidden springs of the spirit
and that he could neither falter mol
go astray. You don't know wha'
! you are meddling with! This man mas
plotted TO lay the South in ruins-h'
has been arming the Negroes-t II
incredible that you should all know
thls-to such | say, go home ant
thank God for your escape! For th'
cthers"-his shaggy brows met In
menacing frown-'1f they force on
hand we will toss them John Muir
rells dead carcass-that's our an
swer TO their challenge"
He strobe out among the gun muz
zles which wavered where they Still
covered him He was thinking OF Ma
haffy-Mahaffy who had said he wa
stil a man to be reckoned with. 70
the comfort of his own soul he wa
proving II. :,
do you know what a servile in
surrection means You men WIN
/ fnrG
thought of their fate? or the mon
strous savagery 10 which they woul'
!, be exposed? Do you believe he coui'
limit and control Il? Look at him
Why, he has never had considers
ton outside of his own safety, an
yet he expects you TO risk you
necks TO save his. He would hav
! left the state before the first bloN
was struck-his business was al
down river-but we are going I
] keep him here to answer for al
crimes, The law, as implacable a
il is impartial has put Its mark o
him-the shadow in which he sits !
the shadow of the gallows'
The Judge paused, but the only SCUM
, his unwieldly- form erect, while III
will the punishment fall? He swun
his unwiledy form erect, while hi
, voice rumbled on, aggressive an
, threatening in its every intonation.
You are here to defend somethin
that no longer exists. Your organize
ton is wrecked. your signals an
passwords are known, your secret
have become public property ca
: even produce list OF your members
! there are none of you who do no
stand In imminent peril, yet unde1
1 stand. have no wish TO strike a
! those who have been misled or coer'
: ed into joining Murrelrs band!" Tn
Judges sodden old face glowed no.
: with the magnanimity OF his sent
ments. "But I have no feeling c
mercy for your leaders, none 10
Murrell himself Put down your guns
you can only kills us after we hav
I killed Murrell-but you can't Kill tn
law, n the arch conspirator dies !
this room and hour, on whose hea
will the punishment fall? He swun
round his ponderous arm in SWEEP
ing gesture and shook a fat but e.
pressive fore-hnger in the faces
those nearest him. "On yours-an
yours-and yours.
Across the space that separate
them the judge grinned his trump
at his enemy. He had known /whe
!. Fentress entered the room that
= word or sign from him would pre-
cipitate riot, but he knew now tina
neither this word nor this sign woul
1 be given. Then quite suddenly b
y strobe down the aisle, and foot b
foot Fentress yielded ground befoI