Horror tales; Ozark Mountains -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"You misunderstand, I fear. I care nothing about this war, except
that I am amused to see so many people killed. I bear no part in it.
Of course, when I came to pluck herbs, and saw your sentry at the top
of Fearful Rock----" Persil Mandifer eyed again the corpse of Newton.
"There he lies, eh? It was my privilege and power to project a vision
up to him in his loneliness that, I think, put an end to his part of
this puerile strife."
Lanark's own face grew hard. "Mr. Mandifer," he said bleakly, "you seem
to be enjoying a quiet laugh at our expense. But I should point out
that we greatly outnumber you, and are armed. I'm greatly tempted to
place you under arrest."
"Then resist that temptation," advised Mandifer urbanely. "It might be
disastrous to you if we became enemies."
"Then be kind enough to explain what you're talking about," commanded
Lanark. Something swam into the forefront of his consciousness. "You
say that your name is Mandifer. We found a girl named Enid Mandifer
in the gulley yonder. She told us a very strange story. Are you her
stepfather? The one who mesmerized her and----"
"She talked to you?" Mandifer's soft voice suddenly shifted to a windy
roar that broke Lanark's questioning abruptly in two. "She came, and
did not make the sacrifice of herself? She shall expiate, sir, and you
with her!"
Lanark had had enough of this high-handed civilian's airs. He made
a motion with his left hand to Corporal Gray, whose carbine-barrel
glinted in the light from the house as it leveled itself at Mandifer's
skull-head.
"You're under arrest," Lanark informed the two men.
The bigger one growled, the first sound he had made. He threw his
enormous body forward in a sudden leaping stride, his gross hands
extended as though to clutch Lanark. Jager, at the lieutenant's side,
quickly drew his revolver and fired from the hip. The enormous body
fell, rolled over and subsided.
"You have killed my son!" shrieked Mandifer.
"Take hold of him, you two," ordered Lanark, and Suggs and Josserand
obeyed.
The gaunt form of Mandifer achieved one explosive struggle, then fell
tautly motionless with the big hands of the troopers upon his elbows.
"Thanks, Jager," continued Lanark. "That was done quickly and well.
Some of you drag this body up on the porch and cover it. Gray, tumble
upstairs and bring down that girl we found."
While waiting for the corporal to return, Lanark ordered further that
a bonfire be built to banish a patch of the deepening darkness. It was
beginning to shoot up its bright tongues as the corporal ushered Enid
Mandifer out upon the porch.
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