"You didn"t want to listen to me a bit ago," he said. "Now you must.
Listen and choose. You can"t kill that man unless you kill me too.
"TRY IT, IF YOU THINK YOU CAN!"
He reached over and took from the teacher"s desk the sheet of paper Will had used to check off the name of each man and how he voted. He held it up in front of him and every man looked at it.
"You know me," he says. "You know I do not break my word. And I promise you that unless you do kill me here tonight--yes, as G.o.d is my witness, I THREATEN you--I will spend every dollar I own and every atom of influence I possess to bring each one of you to justice for that man"s murder."
They knowed, that crowd did, that killing a man like Colonel Buckner--a leader and a big man in that part of the state--was a different proposition from killing a stranger like Doctor Kirby. The sense of what it would mean to kill Colonel Buckner was sinking into "em, and showing on their faces. And no one could look at him standing there, with his determination blazing out of him, and not understand that unless they did kill him as well as Doctor Kirby he"d do jest what he said.
"I told you," he said, not raising his voice, but dropping it, and making it somehow come creeping nearer to every one by doing that, "I told you the first white man you lynched would lead to other lynchings.
Let me show you what you"re up against to-night.
"Kill the man and the boy here, and you must kill me. Kill me, and you must kill Old Man Withers, too."
Every one turned toward the door as he mentioned Old Man Withers. He had never been very far into the room.
"Oh, he"s gone," said Colonel Tom, as they turned toward the door, and then looked at each other. "Gone home. Gone home with the name of every man present. Don"t you see you"d have to kill Old Man Withers too, if you killed me? And then, HIS WIFE! And then--how many more?
"Do you see it widen--that pool of blood? Do you see it spread and spread?"
He looked down at the floor, like he really seen it there. He had "em going now. They showed it.
"If you shed one drop," he went on, "you must shed more. Can"t you see it--widening and deepening, widening and deepening, till you"re wading knee deep in it--till it climbs to your waists--till it climbs to your throats and chokes you?"
It was a horrible idea, the way he played that there pool of blood and he shuddered like he felt it climbing up himself. And they felt it. A few men can"t kill a hull, dern county and get away with it. The way he put it that"s what they was up against.
"Now," says Colonel Tom, "what man among you wants to start it?"
n.o.body moved. He waited a minute. Still n.o.body moved. They all looked at him. It was awful plain jest where they would have to begin. It was awful plain jest what it would all end up in. And I guess when they looked at him standing there, so fine and straight and splendid, it jest seemed plumb unpossible to make a move. There was a spirit in him that couldn"t be killed. Doctor Kirby said afterward that was what come of being real "quality," which was what Colonel Tom was--it was that in him that licked "em. It was the best part of their own selves, and the best part of their own country, speaking out of him to them, that done it.
Mebby so. Anyhow, after a minute more of that strain, a feller by the door picks up his gun out of the corner with a sc.r.a.pe, and hists it to his shoulder and walks out. And then Colonel Tom says to Will, with his eyebrow going up, and that one-sided grin coming onto his face agin:
"Will, perhaps a motion to adjourn would be in order?"
CHAPTER XXII
So many different kinds of feeling had been chasing around inside of me that I had numb spots in my emotional ornaments and intellectual organs.
The room cleared out of everybody but Doctor Kirby and Colonel Tom and me. But the sound of the crowd going into the road, and their footsteps dying away, and then after that their voices quitting, all made but very little sense to me. I could scarcely realize that the danger was over.
I hadn"t been paying much attention to Doctor Kirby while the colonel was making that grandstand play of his"n, and getting away with it.
Doctor Kirby was setting in his chair with his head sort of sunk on his chest. I guess he was having a hard time himself to realize that all the danger was past. But mebby it wasn"t that--he looked like he might really of forgot where he was fur a minute, and might be thinking of something that had happened a long time ago.
The colonel was leaning up agin the teacher"s desk, smoking and looking at Doctor Kirby. Doctor Kirby turns around toward the colonel.
"You have saved my life," he says, getting up out of his chair, like he had a notion to step over and thank him fur it, but was somehow not quite sure how that would be took.
The colonel looks at him silent fur a second, and then he says, without smiling:
"Do you flatter yourself it was because I think it worth anything?"
The doctor don"t answer, and then the colonel says:
"Has it occurred to you that I may have saved it because I want it?"
"WANT it?"
"Do you know of any one who has a better right to TAKE it than I have?
Perhaps I saved it because it BELONGS to me--do you suppose I want any one else to kill what I have the best right to kill?"
"Tom," says Doctor Kirby, really puzzled, to judge from his actions, "I don"t understand what makes you say you have the right to take my life."
"Dave, where is my sister buried?" asts Colonel Tom.
"Buried?" says Doctor Kirby. "My G.o.d, Tom, is she DEAD?"
"I ask you," says Colonel Tom.
"And I ask you," says Doctor Kirby.
And they looked at each other, both wonderized, and trying to understand. And it busted on me all at oncet who them two men really was.
I orter knowed it sooner. When the colonel was first called Colonel Tom Buckner it struck me I knowed the name, and knowed something about it.
But things which was my own consarns was attracting my attention so hard I couldn"t remember what it was I orter know about that name. Then I seen him and Doctor Kirby knowed each other when they got that first square look. That orter of put me on the track, that and a lot of other things that had happened before. But I didn"t piece things together like I orter done.
It wasn"t until Colonel Tom Buckner called him "Dave" and ast him about his sister that I seen who Doctor Kirby must really be.
HE WAS THAT THERE DAVID ARMSTRONG!
And the brother of the girl he had run off with had jest saved his life.
By the way he was talking, he had saved it simply because he thought he had the first call on what to do with it.
"Where is she?" asts Colonel Tom.
"I ask you," says Doctor Kirby--or David Armstrong--agin.
Well, I thinks to myself, here is where Daniel puts one acrost the plate. And I breaks in:
"You both got another guess coming," I says. "She ain"t buried anywheres. She ain"t even dead. She"s living in a little town in Indiany called Athens--or she was about eighteen months ago."
They both looks at me like they thinks I am crazy.
"What do you know about it?" says Doctor Kirby.