"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."




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