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Why should he shelter the colonel at risk to himself? "If you please, Mr. Cavendish!" said the judge quietly nodding toward the knife. "You didn't ask me about him," said Hicks quickly. "I do now," said the judge. "He was here yesterday." "Mr. Cavendish " and again the judge glanced toward the knife. "Wait!" cried Hicks. "You go to Colonel Fentress." "Let him up, Mr.
Fentress county on the slope of the great mountain range and on the border between the territory firmly held by the North and by the South became a no-man's land, subjected successively to marauding bands from each side, a land for plunder and revenge. Before the war the county had been sharply divided politically, and with few exceptions that alignment held.
Then at the other end of the meadow near the woods he distinguished several men, Fentress and his friends beyond question. The judge laughed aloud. In spite of everything he was keeping his engagement, he was plucking his triumph out of the very dregs of failure.
Fentress' thin lips opened, twitched, but no sound came from them; then his glance wavered and fell. He turned away. "Mr. Sheriff!" he called sharply. "All right, Colonel!" "Take your man into custody," ordered Fentress. As he spoke he handed the warrant to Betts, who looked at it, grinned, and stepped toward Hues.
It proved an expensive enterprise for Gatewood's friend, since he came to trust the damned scoundrel more and more as time passed even large sums of his money were in Gatewood's hands " the judge paused. Fentress' countenance was like stone, as expressionless and as rigid.
It cost the husband his place in the world, too in the end it made of him a vagabond and a penniless wanderer." "This is nothing to me," said Fentress. "Wait!" cried the judge. "About six years ago the woman was seen at her father's home in North Carolina. I reckon Gatewood had cast her off. She didn't go back empty-handed.
His long arm shot out and the open palm of his hand descended on the colonel's face. "I am here for my friend," he said grimly. The colonel's face paled and colored by turns. "Have you a weapon?" he asked, when he could command his voice. Mahaffy exhibited the pistol he had carried to Belle Plain the day before. "Step off the ground, Tom." Fentress spoke quietly.
"Howdy, sir?" she answered. Her daughter glanced indifferently in Ware's direction. She was a fine strapping girl, giving that sense of physical abundance which the planter admired. "They'd better keep her out of Murrell's way!" he thought; aloud he said, "Anybody with the captain?" "Colonel Fentress is." "Humph!" muttered Ware.
The words came with a gasp from Fentress' twitching lips. The judge looked at him moody and frowning. "I have reason to think this man Gatewood came to west Tennessee," he said. "If so, I have never heard of him." "Perhaps not under that name at any rate you are going to hear of him now.
But he was not diverted from his ultimate purpose by the glamour of a present popularity; he was able to keep his bleared eyes resolutely fixed on the main chance, namely the Fentress estate and the Quintard lands.
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