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Updated: June 12, 2025
If it was Lem Wacker and Bart believed that it was just one thing was in order: to get that trunk to some town, to some station, to some friendly farmhouse, in hiding anywhere, before the pursuit, sure to follow, was started. Bart ran on, with a last glance at the lone distant figure. He could not afford to wait to see if the Tollivers joined it. Every minute was precious.
"Nothin'," she said, "jus' a-sneakin' aroun' the way he's al'ays a-doin'. Seemed like he was mighty pertickuler to find out when you was comin' back." Both men started slightly. "We're all Tollivers now all right," said the Hon. Samuel Budd that night while he sat with Hale on the porch overlooking the mill-pond and then he groaned a little.
Back rode the Tollivers and Devil Judd never opened his lips again until he was at home in Lonesome Cove. June was sitting on the porch when he walked heavy-headed through the gate. "They've ketched Rufe," he said, and after a moment he added gruffly: "Thar's goin' to be sure enough trouble now. The Falins'll think all them police fellers air on their side now.
"John, when one o' them Tollivers gits white about the mouth, an' thar eyes gits to blazin' and they KEEPS QUIET they're plumb out o' reach o' the Almighty hisself. June skeered me. But you mustn't blame her jes' now. You see, you got up that guard. You ketched Rufe and hung him, and she can't help thinkin' if you hadn't done that, her old daddy wouldn't be in thar on his back nigh to death.
A glance stirred him up to prompt and decisive action. Three men were now in view. They were running at their top bent of speed up the road he had taken. "Lem Wacker and the Tollivers, sure!" murmured Bart. "They know the wagon is up here somewhere, and they will be here in less than half an hour."
Some years since the old man had retired from the leadership, because he was tired of fighting or because he had quarrelled with his brother Dave and his foster-brother, Bad Rufe known as the terror of the Tollivers or from some unknown reason, and in consequence there had been peace for a long time the Falins fearing that Devil Judd would be led into the feud again, the Tollivers wary of starting hostilities without his aid.
Outside Hale still waited, and as his eyes turned from the Tollivers to the Falins, seven of the faces among them came back to him with startling distinctness, and his mind went back to the opening trouble in the county-seat over the Kentucky line, years before when eight men held one another at the points of their pistols. One face was missing, and that face belonged to Rufe Tolliver.
And yet for three hours more she had to stand it, while the cavalcade of Tollivers, with Rufe's body, made its slow way to the Kentucky line where Judd and Dave and Bub left them to go home for the night and be on hand for the funeral next day. But Uncle Billy led her back to his cabin, and on the porch the two, with old Hon, waited while the three hours dragged along.
"I've seen riding in my day," he continued, "both down in Loudon and on the Eastern Shore men born with spurs on their heels, and I tell you this Potter could hold his own, even with the Lees and the Tollivers. We took the hedge together, while you were making a round of I don't know how many miles on the road; and I never saw a thing neater done.
"Crackey!" cried Bart, snapping the whip hilariously "maybe this is one of those story-book happenings where a fellow strikes fame and fortune!" "Maybe it is," assented Buck drily. Bart climbed up to the seat. He started up the horse, the Tollivers following after the wagon till they reached the main road. "When I get to the mill " began Bart.
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