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There was a low er, and a voice cried out froot no use fer damn cowards"

"Whoever said thet's a liar!" shouted the boy Lescott, standing at

his side, felt that the situation was more than parlous But, before

the storm could break, soe that caused him to raise both hands above his head,

and thunder for attention

"Men," he roared, "listen ter st ourselves We're all Souths Taone ter

Hixon, an' got inter trouble He's locked up in the jail-house"

"We're all hyar," screao

an' take hier had died He turned, and held a whispered conversation

with McCager, and, at its end, the host of the day announced briefly: "Sa as he's willin' ter

stand by us, I reckon we're willin' ter listen ter Henry South's boy"

"I hain't got no use for Tam'rack Spicer," said the boy, succinctly,

"but I don't 'low ter let hiht ter be thar What's he charged with?"

But no one knew that A man supposedly close to the Hollmans, but in

reality an informer for the Souths, had seen him led into the jail-yard