"It was murder--cold-blooded murder," said the sheriff. Scattergood stepped forward as the coroner turned the face up to the light of the sun. "It was a death by violence," said Scattergood. "It may be murder.... Asa Levens wears, as he lies, the face of a man who troubled God...." There was none in that little group to comprehend his meaning. "There was no struggle," said the coroner. "He never knowed he was shot," said Jed Lewis. "Be you still a-goin' to arrest Abner Levens?" Scattergood asked. "To be sure. He done it, didn't he? Who else would 'a' killed Asa?" "Who else?" said Scattergood, solemnly. They raised Asa Levens and carried him to his house. Having left him in proper custody, the posse re-entered its picnic van and drove with no small trepidation toward Abner Levens's farm, a mile away. Abner Levens was perceived from a distance, hoeing in a field. "He's goin' to face it out," said the sheriff; "or maybe he wasn't expectin' Asa to be found yet." The picnic van stopped beside the field and the armed posse scrambled out, holding its weapons threateningly; but as Abner was armed with nothing more lethal than a hoe there was some appearance of embarrassment among them, and more than one man endeavored to make his shooting iron invisible by dropping it in the long grass. "Come on," said the sheriff, and in a body the posse advanced across the field toward Abner, who leaned upon his hoe and waited for them. "Abner Levens," said the sheriff, in a voice which was not of the steadiest, "I arrest you for murder." Abner looked at the sheriff; Abner looked from one to another of the posse in silence. It seemed as if he were not going to speak, but at last he did speak. "Then Asa Levens is dead," he said. It was not a question; it was a statement, made with conviction. Scattergood Baines noted that Abner called his brother by name as if desiring to avoid the matter of blood kindred; that he made no denial. "You know it better than anybody," said the sheriff. Abner looked past the sheriff, over the uneven fields, with their rock fences, and beyond to the green slopes of the mountains as they upreared distinct, majestic, imposing in their serene permanence against the undimmed summer sky. "Asa Levens is dead," said Abner, presently. "Now I know that God is not infinite in everything.... His patience is not infinite." "It's my duty to warn you that anythin' you say kin be used ag'in' you," said the sheriff. "Be you comin' along peaceable?" "I'm comin' peaceable," said Abner. "If God's satisfied--I be."