The Green Forest tribune., 1915-01-22

riner outen the country with tar an feathers on him. Furthermore, I'm in favor of cleanin out the Hollmans. l was jest a-sayin' ter Bill"
 Never mind what ye war jest a-sayin'," interrupted the boy, flushing redly to his cheekbones, but con- trolling his voice. We've done said enough already. Yere a right old man, Caleb, an reckon thet gives ye some license ter shoot off yore face, but eff any of them no-'count, shif'less boys of yores wants ter back up what ye says. I'm ready ter go out thar an make 'em eat hit. hain't a-goin' ter answer no more questions"
 There was commotion of argu- ment, until Black Dave" Jasper, a sat- urnine giant, whose hair was no black CT than his expression, rose, and semblance of quiet greeted him as he spoke.
 "Mebby, Samson, ye've got rignI ter take the studs this away, an ter refuse ter answer our questions, but we've got right ter say who kin stay in this hyar country. Elf ye lows ter quit us, l reckon we kin quit you and, if we quits ye, ye hain't nothin more ter us then no other boy thet's gettin' too big fer his brooches. This further is visitor here today, an we don't low ter hurt him-but he's | got ter go. We don't want him round | To Inv tn l colt. Were a-givin' ye fair warnin' :, stranger. Ye hain't our breed. Alter this, ye stays on Misery at yore own risk-an' hits a-goin' ter be plumb risky. That thar's final"
 This man," blazed the boy, before Lescott could speak, lis a-visitin' me an Unc' Spicer. When ye wants him ye kin come up thar an git him. Every damned man of ye kin come. I hain't a-sayin' how many of yell go back. He was 'lowin' that he'd leave hyar ter morrer mornin', but alter this I'm a-tellin' ye he hain't a-goin' ter do hit. He's a-goin' ter stay es long es he likes, an nobody hain't a-goin' ter run him off" Samson took his stand be- fore the painter, and swept the group with his eyes. An what's more." he added, "Ill tell ye another thing. hadn't plumb made up my mind ter leave the mountings, but ye've done settled hit fer me. I'm a-goin'."
 There was a low. murmur of anger and a voice cried out from the rear:
 Let him go. We hain't got no use fer damn towards"
 Whoever said thet's liar!" shout ed the boy. Lescott, standing at his side, felt that the situation was more than parlous. But, before the storm could break, some one rushed in, and whispered to Vile McCager a message that caused him to raise both hande above his head, and thunder for at tention.
 Men," he roared, listen ter me! This here hain't no time fer squab blin' amongst ourselves. We're al Souths. Tamarack South has done i gone ter HiXon, an got inter trouble He's locked up in the jailhouse."
 We're all hyar," screamed old Ca lebs high, broken voice. Let's go an take him out"
 Samson's anger had died He turned and held a whispered conversation with McCager, and, at it's end, the host of the day announced briefly:
 "Samson's got somethin' ter say tel ye. So long as he's willin' ter stand by us, reckon we're willin' ter lister ter Henry South's boy"
 T hain't got no use for Tam'rach Spicer," said the boy, succinctly, "but I don't low ter let him lay in no jail house, unlessen he's got a right ter be thar Whats he charged with?"
 But no one knew that. A man sup posedly close to the Hollmans, but h reality an informer for the Souths, had seen him led into the jailyard by 8 posse of a half-dozen men, and had seen the iron-barred doors close on him. That was all, except that the Holman forces were gathering in Hixon, and, if the Souths went there en masse, a pitched battle must be the inevitable result. The first step was