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Yes； boy； now's the time； right hyeh before us all！
The mother had the knife outstretched。 Rome took it； and the scratch of the point on the hard steel went twice through the stillness…one more fer the young un〃； the voice was the old mother's…then twice again。
The moon was sinking when Rome stood in the door alone。 The tramp of horses was growing fainter down the mountain。 The trees were swaying in the wind below him； and he could just see the gray cliffs on the other shore。 The morning seemed far away； it made him dizzy looking back to it through the tumult of the day。 Somewhere in the haze was the vision of a girl's white face…white with distress for him。 Her father and her brother he had sworn to kill。 He had made a cross for each； and each cross was an oath。 He closed the door； and then he gave way； and sat down with his head in both hands。 The noises in the kitchen ceased。 The fire died away； and the chill air gathered about him。 When he rose； the restless eyes of the boy were upon him from the shadows。
X
IT was court…day in Hazlan； but so early in the morning nothing was astir in the town that hinted of its life on such a day。 But for the ring of a blacksmith's anvil on the quiet air； and the fact that nowhere was a church…spire visible； a stranger would have thought that the peace of Sabbath overlay a village of God…fearing people。 A burly figure lounged in the porch of a rickety house； and yawned under a swinging sign； the rude letters of which promised〃 private entertainment 〃 for the traveller unlucky enough to pass that way。 In the one long； narrow main street； closely flanked by log and framed houses； nothing else human was in sight。 Out from this street； and in an empty square； stood the one brick building in the place； the court…house； brick without； brick within； unfinished； unpencilled； unpainted； panes out of the windows； a shutter off here and there； or swinging drunkenly on one hinge； the door wide op en； as though there was no privacy within…a poor structure； with the look of a good man gone shiftless and fast going wrong。
Soon two or three lank brown figures appeared from each direction on foot； then a horseman or two； and by and by mountaineers came in groups； on horse and on foot。 In time the side alleys and the court…house square were filled with horses and mules； and even steers。 The mountaineers crowded the narrow street： idling from side to side； squatting for a bargain on the wooden sidewalks； grouping on the porch of the rickety hotel； and on the court…house steps loitering in and out of the one store in sight。 Out in the street several stood about a horse； looking at his teeth； holding his eyes to the sun； punching his ribs； twisting his tail； while the phlegmatic owner sat astride the submissive beast； and spoke short answers to rare questions。 Everybody talked politics； the crop failure； or the last fight at the seat of some private war； but nobody spoke of a Lewallen or a Stetson unless he knew his listener's heart； and said it in a whisper。 For nobody knew when the powder would flash； or who had taken sides； or that a careless word might not array him with one or the other faction。
A motley throng it was…in brown or gray homespun； with trousers in cowhide boots； and slouched hats with brims curved according to temperament； but with striking figures in it； the patriarch with long； white hair； shorn even with the base of the neck； and bearded only at the throat…a justice of the peace； and the sage of his district； a little mountaineer with curling black hair and beard； and dark； fine features； a grizzled giant with a head rugged enough to have been carelessly chipped from stone； a bragging candidate claiming everybody's notice； a square… shouldered fellow surging through the crowd like a stranger； an open…faced； devil…may… care young gallant on fire with moonshine； a skulking figure with brutish mouth and shifting eyes。 Indeed； every figure seemed distinct； for； living apart from his neighbor； and troubling the law but little in small matters of dispute； the mountaineer preserves independence； and keeps the edges of his individuality unworn。 Apparently there was not a woman in town。 Those that lived there kept housed； and the fact was significant。 Still； it was close to noon； and yet not a Stetson or a Lewallen had been seen。 The stores of Rufe and old Jasper were at the extremities of the town； and the crowd did not move those ways。 It waited in the centre； and whetted impatience by sly trips in twos and three to stables or side alleys for 〃mountain dew。〃 Now and then the sheriff； a little man with a mighty voice； would appear on the courthouse steps； and summon a witness to court； where a frightened judge gave instructions to a frightened jury。 But few went； unless called； for the interest was outside； every man in the streets knew that a storm was nigh； and was waiting to see it burst。
Noon passed。 A hoarse bell and a whining hound had announced dinner in the hotel。 The guests were coming again into the streets。 Eyes were brighter； faces a little more flushed； and the 〃moonshine〃 was passed more openly。 Both ways the crowd watched closely。 The quiet at each end of the street was ominous； and the delay could last but little longer。 The lookers…on themselves were getting quarrelsome。 The vent must come soon； or among them there would be trouble。
Thar comes Jas Lewallen！ 〃 At last。 A dozen voices spoke at once。 A horseman had appeared far down the street from the Lewallen end。 The clouds broke from about the sun； and a dozen men knew the horse that bore him； for the gray was prancing the street sidewise； and throwing the sunlight from his flanks。 Nobody followed； and the crowd was puzzled。 Young Jasper carried a Winchester across his saddle…bow； and； swaying with the action of his horse； came on。
〃What air he about？〃
〃He's a plumb idgit。〃
He mus' be crazy。〃
He's drunk！
The wonder ceased。 Young Jasper was reeling。 Two or three Stetsons slipped from the crowd； and there was a galloping of hoofs the other way。 Another horseman appeared from the Lewallen end； riding hastily。 The new…comer's errand was to call Jasper back。 But the young dare…devil was close to the crowd； and was swinging a bottle over his head。
Come back hyeh； Jas！ Come hyeh！〃 The new…comer was shouting afar off while he galloped。 Horses were being untethered from the side alleys。 Several more Lewallen riders came in sight。 They could see the gray shining in the sunlight amid the crowd； and the man sent after him halted at a safe distance； gesticulating； and they； too； spurred forward。
Hello； boys！ 〃 young Jasper was calling out； as he swayed from side to side； the people everywhere giving him way。
〃Fun to…day； by… ！ fun to…day！ Who'll hev a drink？ Hyeh's hell to the Stetsons； whar some of 'em '11 be afore night！
With a swagger he lifted the bottle to his lips； and； stopping short； let it fall untouched to the ground。 He had straightened in his saddle； and was looking up the street。 With a deep curse he threw the Winchester to his shoulder； fired； and before his yell had died on his lips horse and rider were away like a shaft of light。 The crow