"Prophets of Israel!" exclaimed William Todd, ruefully, "it wasn't Eph
Watts's pistol. Did you see Mr. Harkless? I was up on them steps when he
begun. I don't believe he needs as much takin' care of as we think."
"Wasn't it one of them Cross-Roads devils that knocked his hat off?" asked
Judd Bennett. "I thought I see Bob Skillett run up with a club."
Harkless threw open the doors behind him; the hall was empty. "You may
come in now," he said. "This isn't my court-house."