The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-08-05

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he calls ON his friends to rescue
him he is to be shot!"
The hall was fllling with swear
ing. struggling men, the floor shook
bneath their heavy tread; then
they burst into the court house and
saluted Murrell wit ha great shout.
But Murrell. bound, in rags, and
silent, his lips frozen in q wolfish
grin. was a depressing sight, and
the holdest felt something Of his
unrestrained lawlessness 90 from
him.
Don't let him speak," cried
voice, and . tumult succeeded.
Cool and indomitable the Judge
waited for it to subside. He saw
that the color was stealing back
into Murrell's face. The outlaw
was feeling that he was 4 leader
not overthrow; these were his
friends and followers, his safety
was their safety, too. In q lull in
the storm OF sound the Judge at
tempted to make himself heard, but
his words we're lost in 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 Of rife and pistol hammers as
! they were drawn to the full cock.
The judges fate seem to rest on a
breath. He 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
tumult; the cries, angry and jeer-
ing, dwindled to q 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
commotion at the back Of the build
ing.
A ripple of comment, and Col
onel 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 moment the force OF
his emotions left him speeches.,
Here and there, as he advanced
Fentress recognized a friend and
bowed coolly to the right and left.
What does this ridiculous mock
cry mean" he demanded harshly
Mr.. Sheriff, as a member Of the
bar. protest! Why don't you clear
the building?" He did not wait for
Belts to answer him, but continued
Where is this man Hues?'
| "Yonder, colonel. by the cap
tain" said Belts.
Il have a warrant for his arrest
You will take him into custody"
Watt cried the Judge. 81
i. represent Mr.. Hues. desire to SCI
that warrant"
But Fentress ignored him. H,
addressed the crowded benches.
Gentlemen, it is a serious mat
!, ter forcibly to seize a man withou
authority from the courts and ex
, pose him to the danger of mob VIC
. lence-Mr. Hues will learn this be
u fore We have done with him"
Instantly there was a noisy dem
onstration that swelled into a burs1
OF applause, which quickly spen
. itself. The struggle seemed to have
narrowed to an individual confess
; for supremacy between Fentres:
and the judge. On the edge of the
railed-of space they confronted
each other; the colonel, a tall, well
cared for presence; the Judge
shabby and unkempt. For a mo
ment their eyes met, while th,
) judges face purpled and paled, ant
5 purpled again. The silence deep
ened. Fentress' thin lips opened
!, twitched, but no sound came from
, them; then his glance wavered ant
f fell. He turned away.
Mr.. Sheriff." he called sharply
) "All right, COLONEL"
e take your man into custody,
: ordered Fentnress. As he spoke h,
, handed the warrant toward Belts
who looked at it, grinned, an,
stepped toward Hues. He woult
e have pushed the judge aside ha,
2 not that gentleman, bowling civilly
}. made way for him.
I IN my profound respect for tn,
law and properly constituted au
b thority l yield to no mann, not evel
2 to Colonel Fentress," he said, will
q a gracious gesture. II would no
q place the slightest obstacle in tn
way Of its sanctioned manifesto
e ton. Colonel Fentress comes her
n with that high sanction" H
e bowed again tremendously to tn
colonel. Il repeat, / respect hi
, dependence upon the law!" H
2 whirled suddenly. "Cavendish-
Yancy-Carrington-I call upol
you to arrest John Murrell! I d.
e this by virtue Of the authority vest
!! ed in me as Judge of the Unite,
r States federal court. His crime
q a mere trifie, my friends-passin
e counterfeit money! Colonel Fen
$ tress will inform you that this j
. a violation of the law which fall
O within my Jurisdiction" and b
= beamed blandly on Fentress.
Il Its lie!" cried the colonel.
a You'll answer for that later!
!" said the judge. with abrupt austel
d ity of tone.
vi For all We know you may
n some fugitive from justice:-Wh,
A your name isn't Price,"
n Are you sure OF that~ aske
4 the Judge quickly.
/ You're an impostor! Your nam
is Turberville!"
IL Permit me to relieve your n
d prehensions. 1t is Tuberville VII
n has received the appointment