Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-02-14

| 1 beg you to remember that there will
| be five men inside whose prejud.ces
| are all In favor OF law and order"
He pushed past Hues and entered the
courthouse. followed by Yancy and
Hannibal. Wen let EN- in where
can talk to 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-on space below the
judges bench. Fear and suffering had
blanched his unshaven cheeks and
given wild light to bis deeply sunk.
en- eyes. At sight of Yancy smotb-
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 clamorcus,
stormed the narrow entrance. One OF
i the doors, borne from its hinges, went
| down with a crash. The judge, q
fierce light flashing from his eyes.
turned to 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 great shout. But Muir
rell, bound. in rags, and silent. his
! lips frozen In a wolfish grin, WIS a
depressing sight, and the boldesr felt
| something of his unrestrained Iawless-
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.
BILE 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 1t was in I'm
conscious recognition OF that moral
| force which was his, tribute to the
grim dignity of his mistaken courage;
what he would do seemed worth con-
sidering.
He was charmed to hear his name
pass in whisper from lip to lip.
Well, 1t was time they knew him! He
squared his ponderous shoulder and
made 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 nostr1ls.
Don't let him speak," cried a
voice and tumult succeeded
! Cool and indomitable the Judge
waited for it to subside. He saw that
the color was stealing back into Muir.
reirs face. The outlaw was feeling
that he was leader not overthrown;
these We're hts 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 in the angry roar
that descended on him.
Don't let him speak! Kill him!
Kill hint"
A score OF men sprang to their feet
and from all sides came the click OF
rifle and pistol hammers as they were
drawn to the full cock. The judges
| fate seemed to rest on a breath. He
| swung about on his heel and gave a,
curt nod to Yancy and Cavendtsh.
who, falling back step, tossed their
| guns to their shoulders and covered
Murrell. A sudden hush grew up GU,
of the tumult; the cries. angry and
| jeering, dwindled to a murmur, and q
| dead pail of silence rested on the
crowded room.
/ The very taste of triumph was IN
the judges mouth. Then came 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 to red,
while his eyes blazed; but for the mo.
ment the force of his emotions left
him s1eechless. Here and there. as
he advanced, Fentress recognized a
friend and bowed coolly to the right
| and left.
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