"I reckon that's right, an' I'm obliged to you," he answered
respectfully, "but I find as I go 'long that a man gets just as far by
tellin' the full truth."
"Just as you like. What part did you have in this affair?" demanded the
state prosecutor--a little too eagerly.
"Maybe you'd better let me tell it my own way," suggested Black Pete
imperturbably. "I haven't got much education and I may ramble a little,
but I'll do my best. You know all about the feud, I reckon? I went West
years ago, and out there I got to see that these things are foolish. A
sort of truce was patched up finally, and it was agreed that I must stay
West, and Jake Falerin must leave the mountains, too. I got a little
money saved up, and sent word that I was comin' home to settle up a
mortgage on my sister's farm, and attend to some other family business.
I didn't aim to stay, and I haven't been any closer to the mountains
than right here. I wasn't goin' any closer till everybody agreed to it.
I didn't think these fellers would fight right here in Winchester."
The Deacon stood with the regretful air of one who has been disappointed
in his confidence as to the worthiness of others. At last, he continued
in a conscience-stricken tone:
"I've been studyin' about it considerable since it happened. I'm afraid
the Falerins saw me, and figured I'd broke the truce by comin' back,
and, when Jake met Red in the crowd, they both got panicky, and begun to
shoot."
That was all the Deacon had to state except his promise to remain in
Winchester, subject to the call of the commonwealth. He knew that no
one, save a handful whom he could trust, could implicate him in the
conspiracy, which he had devised and engineered. His claws and fangs
were well-tucked under his sheep's hide of innocence. While he was in
the law-office, the jailer arrived with news that Red Newton and his
other prisoner had asked to see Black Pete Spooner, with a view to
employing counsel for their defense. The Deacon turned to the
commonwealth's attorney.
"What do you think?" he said. "I reckon these boys have that privilege,
haven't they? I want to be fair all round. If they did shoot in
self-defense, I want them to have their rights, but I'll be here if you
need me."
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