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； and before his yell had died on his lips horse and rider were away like a shaft of light。 The crowd melted like magic from the street。 The Stetsons； chiefly on foot； did not return the fire； but halted up the street； as if parleying。 Young Jasper joined his party； and they； too； stood still a moment； puzzled by the irresolution of the other side。
〃Watch out！ they're gittin' round ye！ Run for the court…house； ye fools ！…ye； run！ 〃 The voice came in a loud yell from somewhere down the street； and its warning was just in time。
A wreath of smoke came about a corner of the house far down the street； and young Jasper yelled； and dashed up a side alley with his followers。 A moment later judge； jury； witnesses； and sheriff were flying down the court…house steps at the point of Lewallen guns； the Lewallen horses； led by the gray； were snorting through the streets； their riders； barricaded in the forsaken court…house； were puffing a stream of fire and smoke from every window of court…room below and jury…room above。
The streets were a bedlam。 The Stetsons were yelling with triumph。 The Lewallens were divided； and Rufe placed three Stetsons with Winchesters on each side of the courthouse； and kept them firing。 Rome； pale and stern； hid his force between the square and the Lewallen store。 He was none too quick。 The rest were coming on； led by old Jasper。 It was reckless； riding that way right into death； but the old man believed young Jasper's life at stake； and the men behind asked no questions when old Jasper led them。 The horses' hoofs beat the dirt street like the crescendo of thunder。 The fierce old man's hat was gone； and his mane…like hair was shaking in the wind。 Louder…and still the Stetsons were quiet…quiet too long。 The wily old man saw the trap； and； with a yell； whirled the column up an alley； each man flattening over his saddle。 From every window； from behind every corner and tree； smoke belched from the mouth of a Winchester。 Two horses went down； one screamed； the other struggled to his feet； and limped away with an empty saddle。 One pf the fallen men sprang into safety behind a house； and one lay still； with his arms stretched out and his face in the dust。
From behind barn； house； and fence the Lewallens gave back a scattering fire； but the Stetsons crept closer； and were plainly in greater numbers。 Old Jasper was being surrounded； and he mounted again； and all； followed by a chorus of bullets and triumphant yells； fled for a wooded slope in the rear of the court…house。 A dozen Lewallens were prisoners； and must give up or starve。 There was savage joy in the Stetson crowd； and many…footed rumor went all ways that night。
Despite sickness and Rome's strict order； Isom had ridden down to the mill。 Standing in the doorway； he and old Gabe saw up the river； where the water broke into foam over the ford； a riderless gray horse plunging across。 Later it neighed at a gate under Wolf's Head； and Martha Lewallen ran out to meet it。 Across under Thunderstruck Knob that night the old Stetson mother listened to Isom's story of the fight with ghastly joy in her death…marked face。
XI
ALL night the court…house was guarded and on guard。 At one corner of the square Rufe Stetson； with a few men； sat on watch in old Sam Day's cabin…the fortress of the town； built for such a purpose； and used for it many times before。 The prisoners； too； were alert； and no Stetson ventured into the open square； for the moon was high； an exposure anywhere was noted instantly by the whistle of a rifle…ball； and the mountaineer takes few risks except under stress of drink or passion。 Rome Stetson had placed pickets about the town wherever surprise was possible。 All night he patrolled the streets to keep his men in such readiness as he could for the attack that the Lewallens would surely make to rescue their living friends and to avenge the dead ones。
But the triumph was too great and unexpected。 Two Braytons were dead； several more were prisoners with young Jasper in the courthouse； and drinking began。
As the night deepened without attack the Stetsons drank more； and grew reckless。 A dance was started。 Music and 〃moonshine〃 were given to every man who bore a Winchester。 The night was broken with drunken yells； the random discharge of fire…arms； and the mono…tone of heavy feet。 The two leaders were helpless； and the inaction of the Lewallens puzzled them。 Chafed with anxiety； they kept their eyes on the court…house or on the thicket of gloom where their enemies lay。 But the woods were as quiet as the pall of shadows over them。 Once Rome； making his rounds； saw a figure crawling through a field of corn。 It looked like Crump's； but before he could fire the man rolled like a ball down the bushy bank to the river。 An instant later some object went swiftly past a side street…somebody on horseback…and a picket fired an alarm。 The horse kept on； and Rome threw his rifle on a patch of moonlight； but when the object flashed through； his finger was numbed at the trigger。 In the moonlight the horse looked gray； and the rider was seated sidewise。 A bullet from the court…house clipped his hat…brim as he ran recklessly across the street to where Steve Marcum stood in the dark behind old Sam's cabin。
〃Jim Hale 'll git him as he goes up the road；〃 said Steve； calmly…and then with hot impatience； 〃Why the hell don't he shoot？
Rome started forward in the moonlight； and Steve caught his arm。 Two bullets hissed from the court…house； and he fell back。
A shot sounded from the bushes far away from the road。 The horse kept on； and splashed into Troubled Fork； and Steve swore bitterly。
〃Hit hain't Jim。 Hit's that mis'able Bud Vickers； he's been a…stan din' guard out'n the bushes 'stid o' the road。 That was a spy； I tell ye； 'n' the coward let him in and let him out。 They'll know now we're all drunk！ Whut's the matter？
Rome's mouth was half open。 He looked white and sick； and Steve thought he had been hit； but he took off his hat。 〃 Purty close！ 〃 he said； with a laugh； pointing at the bullet…hole through the brim。
Steve； unsuspicious； went on： 〃Hit was a spy； I tell ye。 Bud was afeard to stan' in the road； 'n' I'm goin' out thar 'n' twist his damned neck。 We've got 'em； Rome！ I tell ye； we've got 'em！ Ef we kin git through this night； and git the boys sober in the morning； we've got 'em shore！〃
The night did pass in safety； darkness wore away without attack； and morning broke on the town in its drunken stupor。 Then the curious silence of the Lewallens was explained。 The rumor came that old Jasper was dead； and it went broadcast。 Later； friends coming to the edge of the town for the bodies of the dead Lewallens confirmed it。 A random ball had passed through old Lewallen's body in the wild flight for the woods； and during the night he had spent his last breath in a curse against the man who fired it。
Then each Stetson； waked from his drunken sleep； drank again when he heard of the death。 The day bade fair to be like the night； and again the anxiety of the leaders was edged with fear。 Old Jasper dead and young Jasper a prisoner； the chance was near to end the feud； or there would be no Lewallen left to lea