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Fentress was gaining courage from the sound of his own voice. "You know who he is and where he is. Your business relations with General Ware have put you on the track of the Quintard lands in this state. You intend to use the boy to gather them in." "You're mad!" repeated Fentress. "Unless you bring him to me inside of twenty-four hours I'll smash you!" roared the judge.
The struggle seemed to have narrowed to an individual, contest for supremacy between Fentress and the judge. On the edge of the railed off space they confronted each other: the colonel, a tall, well-cared-for presence; the judge shabby and unkempt. For a moment their eyes met, while the judge's face purpled and paled, and purpled again. The silence deepened.
Pall Mall, the village, is co-extensive with the "Valley of the Three Forks o' the Wolf." As a stranger first sees Pall Mall it is but a half-mile of the mountain roadway that runs from Jamestown, the county seat of Fentress county, to Byrdstown, the county seat of Pickett.
"You're an impostor! Your name is Turberville!" "Permit me to relieve your apprehensions. It is Turberville who has received the appointment. Would you like to examine my credentials? I have them by me no? I am obliged for your introduction. It could not have come at a more timely moment!" The judge seemed to dismiss Fentress contemptuously. Once more he faced the packed benches.
"You are mixing up all sorts of side issues with what should be your real purpose." "Not at all, Solomon not at all! I look upon my grandson's speedy recovery as an assured fact. Fentress dare not hold him. He knows he is run to earth at last." "Price " "No, Solomon no, my friend, we will not speak of it again. You will go back to Belle Plain with Yancy and Cavendish; you must represent me there.
What will be easier than to fix Hues? and while they're fixing folks they'd better not overlook that old fellow Price. He's got some notion about Fentress and the boy." Mr. Hicks did not consider it necessary to explain that he was himself largely responsible for this. "How do you know that?" demanded Ware. "He as good as said so." Hicks looked uneasily at the planter.
Fentress seemed to hesitate; but the judge's glance, compelling and insistent, demanded an answer. "Ten years." "You have known many men of all classes as a lawyer and a planter?" said the judge. Fentress inclined his head. The judge took a step nearer him. "People have a great trick of coming and going in these western states all sorts of damned riffraff drift in and out of these new lands."
Any morning might find him gone and the boy with him. "I can't take him to my place as I had intended doing; under the circumstances that is out of the question," he said at length. "Of course; but I'll send him either up or down the river and place him in safe keeping where you can get him any time you want." "This must be done without violence, John!" stipulated Fentress.
Offhand, Tom, I'd say that by getting hold of the boy Fentress expects to get hold of the Quintard land." "That's likely," said Ware, then struck by a sudden idea, he added, "Are you going to take all the risks and let him pocket the cash? If it's the land he's after, the stake's big enough to divide." "He can have the whole thing and welcome, I'm playing for a bigger stake."
Again they spoke together, while Mahaffy watched the road. Ten minutes slipped by in this manner, and once more Fentress addressed Mahaffy. "Do you know what could have detained him?" he inquired, the ghost of a smile curling his thin lips. "I don't," said Mahaffy, and relapsed into a moody and anxious silence.
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