Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-02-23
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risk-an' hits a-SOln leI ue Piuiio
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
We kin come up thar an git him. Every
damned man of ye kin come. hahn
a-sayin' how many Of yell go back
He was 'lowin' that he'd leave hyar
termorrer mornin,' but after this I'm
a-tellin' We he hain't a-goin' ter do nit.
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, ne
added, "Pll tell ye another thing. l
hadn't 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 cowards.'
whoever said thet's liar!" shout
ed the boy. Lescott, standing at MS
side. felt that the situation was more
than parlous. But, before the storm
could break, some one rushed in, and
whispered to Vile McCager message
that caused him to raise both hands
above his head, and thunder for at
tention.
Men" he roared, listen ter me!
This here hain't no time fer SQUAD
lin amongst ourselves. We're all
Souths. Tamrack South has done
gone ter Hixon, an got inter trouble.
He's locked up in the jailhouse.'
We're all hyar,' screamed old Ca
leb's high, broken voice. Lets go an
take him out"
Samsons anger had died. He turned
and held a whispered conversation
with McCager, and, at its end. the host
of the day announced briefly:
"Samson's got somethin' ter say ter
We. So long as he's willin' ter stand
by us, 1 reckon we're willin' ter listen
ter Henry South's Boy"
"I hain't got no use for Tam'racK
Spicer," said the boy, succinctly, but
l don't low ter let him lay in no jail
house unlessen he's got right ter be
thar. What's he charged with?"
But no one knew that. A man sup
posedly close to the Hollmans, but In
reality an informer for the Souths'
had seen him led into the jailyard by
a 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
to gain accurate information and an
answer to one vital question. Was
Tamarack held as a feud victim, or
was his arrest legitimate? How to
learn that was the problem. To SEND
a body of men was TO invite bloodsheo.
To send a single inquirer was to de-
liver him over to the enemy.
Air you men willin' ter take my
word about Tamarack inquired Sam
son. There was a clamorous assent
and the boy turned to Lescott.
II wants we ter take Sally home with
We. Ye'd better start right away, afore
she heers any of this talk. Hit would
fret her. Tell her I've had ter go cross
ther country a piece, ter see sick
man. Don't tell her whar I'm a-goin.'
He turned to the others. Il reckon
I've got your promise tibet Mr.. Lescott
hain't a-goin' ter be bothered afore |
gifts back?"
Vile McCager promptly gave the as
Surance.
"I gives We my hand on hit"
~ seed Jim Asberry loafin' round
jest beyond ther ridge, as l rid over
hyar," volunteered the man who had
brought the message.
60 slow now Samson. Don't be no
blame fool" dissuaded Vile McCager.
"Hixon's plumb full of them Hollmans'
an they're likely ter be full of licker'
hits Saturday Hits apt ter be shore
death fer ye ter try ter rue thiouSh
Main street-ef ye gifts tibet fer. Ye
dassent do that
II dast do anything" asserted the
boy, with flash Of sudden anger
Some liar lowed awhile ago thet
was a coward. All right, mebby l be-
Unc' Vile, keep the boys hyar tell We
hears from mean keep 'em sober.
He turned and made his way to the
fence where his mule stood hitched.
When Samson crossed the ridge anu
entered the Holman country, Jim AS
berry, watching from hilltop point OF
vantage, rose and mounted the horse
that stood hitched behind nearby
screen of rhododendron bushes and
Young cedars. Sometimes, he rode just
one bend of the road in Samson's rear
Sometimes, he took short cuts, and
watched his enemy pass. But always
he held him under vigilant eye
Finally, he reached a wayside store
where a local telephone gave commu-
nication with Hollman's Mammouth
Department store.