The Springdale news., 1912-08-09

are all Tn favor of law and order He pushed past Hues and entered the courthouse, followed by Yancy and Hannibal We'll let 'em in where can talk to 'em," be 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 LambSh ia the little railed-off space below the judges bench. Fear and suffering had blanehed his unshaven cheeks and given a wild light to his deeply sunk en eyes. At sight of Yancy smoth- cred exclamation broke from his lips; be had supposed this man dead these many months.
 Hues had abandoned his post, and the crowd, suddenly grown clamorous, stormed the narrow entrance. One of the doors, borne from it's hinges, went down with a crash. The judge, a fierce light flashing from his eyes, turned to Yaney.
 No matter what happens, this fe!- low Murrell is not to escape-if he calls on his friends to rescue him he Is to be shot!"
 The hall was filling with swearing. struggling men, the floor shook be- heath their heavy tread; then they burst into the courtroom and saluted Murrell with a great shout, But Mur- Tell, bound, in rags. and silent, his lips frozen in a wolfish grin, was depressing sight. and the boldest felt something of his unrestrained lawless- ness 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. formida- ble 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. It was in un- conscious recognition Of that moral force which was his, tribute to the grim dignity of his unshaken courage; what he would do seemed worth con- sidering
 He was charmed to hear his name pass in a whisper from lip to lip. Well, it was time they knew him. He squared his ponderous shoulder and made a gesture commanding silence. Battered, shabby and debauched he Was like some old war horse who sniffs the odor Of battle that the wind incontinently brings 10 his nostriIs.
 Don. let him speak. cried a voice. and tamalt succeeded.
 Cool and indomitable the judge waited for it to subside. He saw that the color was stealing back into Mur. reifs face The outlaw was feeling that he was a leader not overthrown;; these We're his friends and followers. his safety was their safety, too. In a lull in the storm Of sound the judge attempted to make himself heard, but his words were lost i'll the angry roar that descended on him.
 Don't let him speak. Kill him. Kill him."
 A score of men sprang to their feet and from all sides came the click CT rifle and pistol hammers as they were drawn to the full cock. The judges fate seemed to rest on breath lie swung about on his heel and gave curt nod to Yaney and Cavendish. who. falling back a step, tossed their guns to their shoulders and covered Murrell. A sudden hush grew up out of the tumult; the cries, angry and ieering. dwindled to murmur, and a dead pail of silence rested on the crowded room
 The very taste of triumph was Tn