"Jim Spooner, Joe Belmear, Jerry Sparvin!" He ripped out the names
rapidly and crisply. "Do you do likewise with Red Newton and Buddy
Spooner."
But the two defendants had been reading the signs, and, as their kinsmen
came forward, they voluntarily surrendered their weapons.
"Now," went on the old man, "I'm going to ask you boys on both sides of
the road to show me one more evidence of good faith. Let all the men in
the front of this crowd carry back their guns and stack them at the
rear. Then let them come forward again. Don't let us have any rifles or
pistols at the front."
Rather wondering at their ready compliance, yet under the force of
something like a spell and also with a sense of immense relief, the
crowd began shifting and jostling, and when it again fell quiet not a
barrel or stock was visible.
Slowly old McAllister ascended the court-house steps and stood looking
down.
"Now," he announced quietly, "I want those same three Falkins men and
those same three Spooners, still armed, to come up here and stand on
either side of me. I wish to have the honor of their services as my
escort and body guard."
As he spoke the last words the old orator smiled, and through the crowd,
humorless and grim as it was, ran a murmur of responsive laughter at the
ludicrous jest of this old lion asking personal protection. Yet he had
drawn impartially from both elements, and the men named stepped to their
places with alacrity.
Then the old man began to speak.
The mountaineer has few pleasures, and except for feudal warfare, few
excitements. He loves the fulminations of public speaking and the
stirring influences of the forensic. McAllister Falkins they believed to
be the greatest of all orators, and no interrupting sound broke the
thread of his speech. He praised the good in both factions and denounced
their mutual lawlessness. He pleaded with the Falkinses, as with members
of his own family, to await patiently the process of law in the trials
of Red Newton and Buddy Spooner. If they were guilty, they should be
hanged. If they had acted in self-defense, they had the right to Spooner
forgiveness as well as vindication at the hands of the jury. He hazarded
no opinion as to the facts. He only begged all men to wait and see, and
while they waited that their leaders should shake hands and maintain as
a sacred thing the truce so plighted. But it was the fashion of his
saying these things which in the end availed, for he knew his hearers
and played on their emotions as a pianist plays on the keys of a
familiar instrument.
"Why," he cried at last, "in the good days when we all came, Spooners
and Falkinses alike, out of the mother state, facing our common enemies
in the wilderness, we came as comrades and as friends. When we
quarreled, we settled it in the honest way of men with fist and skull.
Then we shot from cover only upon wild beast and Indian, never upon our
neighbor. We lived the lives of men, and died God-fearing deaths."
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