The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-02-28

| beg you 10 remember that there viii
be five men inside whose pretud.ces
are all In favor of law and order"
lie pushed past Hues and entered the
courthouse. followed by Yancy and
Hannibal. Wen let 'em in where 1
can talk to en-" he said almost gaiIy.
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 Lam beth
In the little railed-off space below the
judges bench. Fear and suffering had
blanched his unshaven cheeks and
given a wild light 10 his deeply sunk
en- eyes. At sight OF Yancy a smoth-
cred exclamation broke from his lips;
he had supposed this man dead these
many months
Hues had abandoned his post. and
the crowd, suddenly grown clamorous.
stormed the narrow entrance. One or
the doors, borne from it's hinges, went
down with a crash. The Judge, a
fierce light flashing from his eyes,
turned 10 Yancy.
No matter what happens, this fell
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-
Meath their heavy tread; then they
burst into the courtroom and saluted
Murrell with a great shout But MUIR
rell. bound, In rags. and silent. his
lips frozen in a wotish grin was a
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-
bic and forbidding, and had turned
aside. Gradually the many pairs or
eyes rowing over the little group sur
rounding the outlaw focused them
selves on Slocum Price. Ii was In un-
conscious recognition of that moral
force which was his, a 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 10 lip.
Well, it was time they knew him! lie
squared his ponderous shoulder and
made a gesture commanding silence.
Battered, shabby and debauched, he
was like some old war horse who
shifts the odor OF battle that the wind
lncontinently 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
the color was stealing back into MUIR
relfs face. The outlaw was feeling
that be was leader not overthrown
these were his friends and followers,
his safety was their safety, too. In
lull in the storm OF sound the Judge
attempted to make himself heard, but
his words were lost in the angry roar
that descended on him
Don't let him speak! Kill mimi
Kill HIM"
A score of men sprang 10 their feet
and from all sides came the click or
rifle and pistol hammers as they were
drawn TO the full cock. The judges
fate seemed to rest on n breath lie
swung about on his heel and gave a
curt nod to Yancy and Cavendish.
who, falling back a STEP tossed their
guns TO their shoulders and covered
Murrell A sudden hush grew up out
OF the tumut: the cries, angry and
ieering, dwiudled to a murmur. and a
dead pail of silence rested on the
crowded room.
The very taste OF triumph was in
the judges mouth. Then came a COM
motion at the back OF the building
A ripple OF comment. and Colonel
Fentress elbowed his way through the
! crowd. At sight OF his enemy the
| Judges face went from white 10 red.
| while his eyes blazed: but for the mo-
ment the force OF his emotions left
him speechess. Here and there. as
he advanced. Fentress recognized a
friend and bowed coolly TO the right
and left