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There's more than one who suspects the town was set afire last December." "But," said Broderick, "mob rule is dangerous. The constituted authorities must command. They are the ones to uphold the law." "But what if they don't?" Brannan's aggressive chin was thrust forward. "What then?" "They must be made to; but authority should not be overthrown. That's revolution."
Clark admitted that Brannan was the head of the Mormon church in California, and he was simply questioning as to Brannan's right, as high-priest, to compel the Mormons to pay him the regular tithes. Colonel Mason answered, "Brannan has a perfect right to collect the tax, if you Mormons are fools enough to pay it." "Then," said Clark, "I for one won't pay it any longer."
Evidently some part of him had gone on talking and thinking. The fresh air brought him back to the command. Various suggestions were being proffered. Blatchford was for hiring rigs and driving out to the Mission; Calhoun Bennett suggested the El Dorado; but Sam Brannan's bull voice decided them. "I'm going to Belle's!" he roared, and at once started off up the street.
"He shot from under the table," a sailor volunteered. "'Twas murder. Where I come from they'd a-hanged him for't." "But who was he?" Brannan asked the question in another form. The girl and Dandy Carter looked at one another, furtively. "I don't know his name," the girl said, finally. "Don't any of you?" Brannan's tone was searching. But it brought no answer. Several shook their heads.
McTurpin, the pistol in his hand, still stood above Benito. The latter's fingers held the quill suspended. A drop of ink fell on the ballot slip unnoted. Brannan, with a puzzled frown, came forward, laid a hand upon the gambler's shoulder. "What's the matter here?" he asked more sharply. McTurpin turned upon him fiercely. "Go to hell!" he cried. "I'm running this." Brannan's voice was quiet.
Here the fleeing pickets, rallying behind a stronger force, made a stand, and I was directed by McCook to delay till I ascertained if Davis's division, which was to support me, had made the crossing of Elk River, and until I could open up communication with Brannan's division, which was to come in on my left at Decherd.
The blare of music which had issued from it swiftly ceased. There was a momentary silence; then a sound of shuffling feet, of whispering voices. A man ran out into the street as if the devil were after him; another followed, staggering, a pistol in his hand. He fired one shot and then collapsed with horrid suddenness at Brannan's feet.
Just before the discovery of gold the population had increased to eight hundred and twelve. The news of the placers practically emptied the town. It would be curious to know exactly how many human souls and chickens remained after Brannan's California Star published the authentic news.
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