The Detroit times., 1911-11-24
CHAPTER XII.
(Continued.)

maybe you don't know this Is
county property" the sheriff was
saying. and that you have taken
unlawful possession OF IL for an ur-
lawful purpose? | am going to open
them doors--a passed. OF strangers
cant keep folks out OF building
their own money has bought and
paid forl" While he was speaking.
the Judge had pushed his way
through the crowd TO the foot of the
steps.
THAT was very nicely said. Mr..
Belts" observed the Judge. He
smiled widely and sweetly The
sheriff gave him a hostile glare. do
you know that Morrow has left
town." the judge went on.
Il amt got nothin' to do with
Judge Morrow It's my duty
TO see that this building is ready for
him when he's a mind TO open court
In H."
You are willing to assume the re-
sponsibility OF throwing open these
doors?" inquired the judge affaGly
81 shorely am" said Belts. why,
some of these folks are our leading
peoplel"
The Judge turned TO the crowd.
and spoke In tone OF excessive
civility. Just a word. gentlcmen!-
the sheriff is right; II Is your court
house and you should not be kept
out of IL. No doubt there are some
OF you whose presence ia this build
ing will sooner or later be urgently
10 Lot al he,
wish TO enter but ! beg YOU TO re-
member that there will be five men
inside whose prejudices are all in
favor Of law and order" He pushed
past Hues and entered the court
house. followed by Yancy and Hanni-
bal. Wen lei EN- In where ! can
talk 10 EN-" he said almost gaily.
Besides. they'll come in anyhow
when they get ready. so there's no
sense In exciting them"
In the courthouse, Murrell. bound
hand and foot, was seated between
Darlington and the Earl of Lambeth
in the little railed-off space below
the judges bench. Fear and suffer
ing had blanched his unshaven
cheeks and given wild light TO his
deeply sunken eyes. At sight OF
Yancy smothered exclamation
broke from his lips; he had supposed
this man dead these many months!
Hues had abandoned his post. and
the crowd suddenly grown clamor-
Gus, stormed the narrow entrance.
One OF the doors. borne from its
hinges, went down with crash. The
Judge, a fierce light flashing from his
eyes. turned to Yancy.
"No matter what happens, this
fellow Murrell is not to escape-if
he calls on his friends to rescue him
he is &c be shot.
The hall was filling with swearing,
struggling men, the floor shook be-
meath their heavy tread; then they
burst into the courtroom and saluted
Murrell with great shout. But
Murrell, bound, in rags. and silent.
his lips frozen in wolfish grin. was
a depressing sight, and the boldest
felt something OF his unrestrained
lawlessness go from him.
Less noisy now, the crowd spread
itself out among the benches or
swarmed up into the tiny gallery at
the back OF the building Man after
man had hurried forward, intent on
passing beyond the railing, but each
had encountered the Judge, formid-
able and forbidding. and had turned
aside. Gradually the many pairs OF
eyes rowing over the little group sur
rounding the outlaw focused them
selves on Slocum Price II was in
unconscious recognition Of that moral
force which was his. tribute to the
grim dignity Of his unshaken' cour-
age; what he would do seemed worth
considering
He was charmed to hear his name
pass In a whisper from lip to lip.
Wen. II was time they knew him!
He squared his ponderous shoulders
and made a gesture commanding ST.
lence. Battered, shabby and de-
-hauehed, he WAS Hike some eid war
horse who sniffs the odor of battle
that the wind incontinently brings
to his nostrils.
Don't let him speak," cried
voice, and tumult succeeded.
Cool and indomitable the Judge
waited for IL to subside. He saw that