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They were to make more trouble but not again were they to imperil the foundations of law and order in the little community of New Salem. As they were starting away Bap McNoll turned to Harry Needles and shouted: "I'll git even with you yet you slab-sided son of a dog." That is not exactly what he said but it is near enough. The shell of the cabin was finished that day.
If you don't say you're sorry and mean it I'll put a tow string on your neck and give you to some one that wants a dog." "I'm sorry," said McNoll. "Honest I am! I was drunk when I done it." Samson released his prisoner. A number in the crowd which had gathered around them clapped their hands and shouted, "Hurrah for the stranger!"
Next morning Abe and Samson set out for the woods soon after daylight. "I like that boy Harry," said Abe. "I reckon he's got good stuff in him. The way he landed on Bap McNoll was a caution. I like to see a feller come right up to the scratch, without an invitation just in the nick o' time, as he did." "Did you see him jump in?" Samson asked. "I saw everything some way.
"A friend of the bully jumped in and tried to trip Abe. Harry Needles stood beside me. Before I could move he dashed forward and hit that feller in the middle of his forehead and knocked him flat. Harry had hit Bap McNoll the cock fighter. I got up next to the kettle then and took the scum off it.
The pair were walking a few steps ahead of Samson and Harry. In a second Samson's big hand was on McNoll's shoulder. "This is Mr. McNoll, I believe," said Samson. The other turned with a scared look. "What do ye want o' me?" he demanded. Samson threw him to the ground with a jerk so strong and violent that it rent the sleeve from his shoulder.
Bim and all the rest of them would hear of it. So with the sickle in his right hand he stood waiting inside the house and hoping they wouldn't stop. They rode up to the door and dismounted quietly and hobbled their horses. There were five of them who crowded into the cabin with McNoll in the lead. "Now, you young rooster, you're goin' to git what's comin' to you," he growled.
The house and barn were finished whereupon Samson and Harry drove to Springfield a muddy, crude and growing village with thick woods on its north side and bought furniture. Their wagon was loaded and they were ready to start for home. They were walking on the main street when Harry touched Samson's arm and whispered: "There's McNoll and Callyhan."
She's got better sense than I have." "And yet they say women ought not to vote," said Lincoln. "That's another relic of feudalism. I think that the women you and I know are as well qualified to vote as the men." "On the whole better. They are more industrious, thrifty and dependable. Have you ever seen a 'Colonel' Lukins or a Bap McNoll in woman's dress?" "Never. Democracy has much ground to win.
"She's quite a girl I guess," he said thoughtfully. "She must have the nerve of a man I declare she must." "Yes-sir-ee! They'd 'a' got hurt if they hadn't gone away, that's sure," said Harry. "We'll look out for them after this," Samson rejoined. "The first time I meet that man McNoll he'll have to settle with me and he'll pay cash on the nail."
When he came to, his hands and feet were tied and the men stood near, cursing and laughing, while their leader, McNoll, was draining a bottle. Suddenly he heard a voice trembling with excitement and wet with tears saying: "You go 'way from here or I'll kill you dead. So help me God I'll kill you. If one o' you touches him he's goin' to die."