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At sight of his enemy the judge's face went from white to red, while his eyes blazed; but for the moment the force of his emotions left him speechless. Here and there, as he advanced, Fentress recognized a friend and bowed coolly to the right and left. "What does this ridiculous mockery mean?" he demanded harshly. "Mr. Sheriff, as a member of the bar, I protest! Why don't you clear the building?"

Saul's brother-in-law, who had appeared most opportunely with an offer. Pegloe's flight created something of a sensation, but it was dwarfed by the sensation that developed a day or so later when it became known that Tom Ware and Colonel Fentress had likewise fled the country. Still later, Fentress' body, showing marks of violence, was washed ashore at a wood-yard below Girard.

The result was decisive enough to satisfy the riders, and they went off at a lively gallop. The work of that day was done; and though they saw other skulkers, they were not again attacked. At five o'clock in the afternoon they reached the vicinity of Jamestown, the capital of Fentress County. They could not help learning, both from sights and sounds, that there was great excitement in the village.

It was immediately satisfied. The judge had reached a degree of shabbiness seldom equaled, and but for his mellow, effulgent personality might well have passed for a common vagabond; and if his dress advertised the state of his finances, his face explained his habits. No misconception was possible about either. "May I offer you a glass of liquor?" asked Fentress, breaking the silence.

"I am treating you better than you deserve," he taunted. "To-morrow morning at sun-up at Boggs' racetrack!" cried Fentress. The judge bowed with splendid courtesy. "Nothing could please me half so well," he declared. He turned to the others. "Gentlemen, this is a private matter.

Saul, bending above his desk, was making an entry in one of his ledgers. The judge shuffled to his side. "Who was that man?" he asked thickly, resting a shaking hand on the clerk's arm. "That? Oh, that was Colonel Fentress I was just telling you about." He looked up from his writing. "Hello! You look like you'd seen a ghost!"

That dead oppressive silence lasted but a moment, from out of it came a cry that smote on the wounded man's ears and reached his consciousness. "It's Price " he gasped, his words bathed in blood, and he pitched forward on his face. Ware and Fentress had heard the cry, too, and running to their horses threw themselves into the saddle and galloped off.

He is known to have had their confidence and friendship, and he was arbitrator between them and his neighbors whenever disputes arose. Fentress county lying on the western slope of the Cumberlands was part of the great hunting-grounds of the Shawnees, Cherokees, Creeks, Chickamaugas, Chickasaws, and even the Iroquois of New York.

Fentress was made a county of Tennessee in 1823 and the first four pages of the new county's records of deeds show that within eighteen months Conrad Pile had added, through a number of trades, over six hundred acres to his already large holdings. So cautious in land titles was he that at the time of his death he owned three rights to his home-place including the farming-land along Wolf River.

"Look here, Tom, I don't ask your help, but I won't stand your interference. I'm going to have the girl." "John, you'll ruin yourself with your damned crazy infatuation!" It was Fentress, no longer able to control himself, who spoke. "No, I won't, Colonel, but I'm not going to discuss that. All I want is for Tom to go to Memphis and stay there for a couple of days.

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