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Soon came the sheriff's summons, to which Ringan paid no heed, beyond letting the party know that he was at home, and had no intention of surrendering. Of his own safety or that of his house, he seemed to think not at all; the grim old dourness and determination that had distinguished him at Bothwell Bridge and elsewhere were again smouldering, ready to burst into flame.
The next morning at daylight he went round to the sheriff's house, where six determined-looking men, belonging to the town or neighboring farms, were assembled. Slinging the rifle that the sheriff handed him across his back, Vincent at once mounted, and the party set off at a brisk trot. "My man came back half an hour ago," the sheriff said to Vincent as they rode along.
"I'll be danged," he said to himself. "I'll be danged and double danged." He turned off the alarm and then went downstairs to the teledepth screen to notify the sheriff's office. A few hundred yards from the powerhouse, Jon Hall stood in the darkness, listening to the voices of his fellows.
"The first man that cometh a foot forward, or toucheth finger to bowstring, dieth!" At these words the Sheriff's men stood as still as stocks, for they knew right well that Little John would be as good as his word, and that to disobey him meant death.
The whole body of Ike Anderson, shot low through the trunk, as was the sheriff's invariable custom, melted down and sank into a sitting posture, leaning against the edge of the stoop. The sheriff with a leap sprang behind the fallen man, not firing again.
Never mind the vocabulary of awful adjectives and names he hurled at me, dear reader. I've never heard their equal before or since. There was no one in sight until his sister presently crossed the road. But God was protecting me, and I knew it. Then the man sneered about my calling up the sheriff's office for protection. I now knew he had a coworker there.
"Sally, this is Clifford," spoke Peggy. "And oh, he won't hurry. He talks of trouble and worry when he should be doing. Clifford, this is my dearest friend, Sally Evans." "Truly thee would better be in haste," said Sally, making her best bow. "Thee must see that every moment adds to thy cousin's distress, and also to thy danger. I marvel that the sheriff's men have left us so long alone.
A third and elderly man, heavy, red-faced, and almost toothless as he spoke, sat to the right of the table in a rocking-chair, and looked at Duke; this was the old lawyer and justice from Sleepy Cat, the sheriff's brother Judge Druel. Nan was not to be seen. Gale, big and aggressive, was doing most of the talking, and energetically, as was his habit.
In 1800, tired of hoping, and perhaps tired of lending, he returned to Sancerre, bought back La Baudraye out of a feeling of vanity and imaginary pride, quite intelligible in a sheriff's grandson, though under the consulate his prospects were but slender; all the more so, indeed, because the ex-farmer-general had small hopes of his heir's perpetuating the new race of La Baudraye.
"Wal," said Arizona, as they stood leaning against the bars of the biggest corral, "guess ther's goin' to be a night-guard?" "Yes. These boys are smart enough lads, it seems. We'll let them take two hours about up to midnight You and I will do the rest." "An' the hull lot of us'll sleep round the corrals?" "That's it." "An' the hosses?" "We'll keep them saddled." "An' the sheriff's fellers?"
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