"Vell, I don"d sharge nodding vor dat, uf you puy a goot pill uf goots vrom me," said the Jew.
"The window!" came from Professor Scotch. "They are about to come through the window!"
Crash! Jingle! Jangle! The window was smashed, and the mob was seen swarming toward it.
Suddenly, Solomon Rosenb.u.m sprang toward the opening, a revolver in his hand.
"Holdt on, mine friendts!" he cried, waving the weapon. "Uf anypody dried to get in py dis vindow, he vill ged shot, vid der accent on der shot!"
"Begobs, thot is roight!" shouted Barney Mulloy, as he suddenly produced a "gun," and took his place at Solomon"s side. "Kape off, me jools, av ye want ter kape whole skins!"
The mob hesitated. Thus it had been baffled at every turn, and the mad heat of the moment was beginning to subside. Still, it could be aroused again in a twinkling.
Hank Kildare alone could not have protected his prisoner from the crowd, but he had done all one man could possibly do. Now, of a sudden, he retreated into the station, closing and bolting the door.
"That," he said, with a breath of satisfaction, "so fur, everything is all right. An" now it is ter see ef----"
He was interrupted by pistol shots outside, and bullets began whistling in at the broken window.
With an exclamation of anger, the fearless sheriff flung his ma.s.sive body into the window, roaring:
"Hold up thar, you critters! Don"t you know anything a tall? Thar is ladies in hyar, an" yer might shoot "em ef yer keep flingin" lead round so promiscuous like!"
"We want Black Harry!" yelled a voice.
"Wa-al, ye"ll hev ter want!" returned the sheriff. "You galoots know me purty well, an" ye know I ain"t in ther habit o" talkin" crooked. I tells yer right yar an" now thet ye can"t hev Black Harry. I offered ther reward fer ther critter, an" I"m goin" ter hold him, you bet! He"ll be lodged in jail, ur Canadian County will be minus a sheriff!"
It was plain that his words impressed them, but they were reluctant to give over the hope of lynching the boy prisoner.
"Look yere, Kildare," said a thin, wiry, iron-jawed man, who wore a huge sombrero and leather breeches, "I"m Bill Buckhorn, o" "Rapahoe, an"
thet"s a place whar we don"t "low no critter like this yere Black Harry ter go waltzin" round more then sixteen brief second by ther clock. We ketches such cusses, an" then we takes "em out an" shows "em how ter do a jog on empty air. Over in "Rapahoe we allows thet thar is ther way ter dispose o" sech cases, and I"m ready ter show you people o" Elreno ther purtiest way ter tie a runnin" knot in a hemp necktie. Whatever is ther use o" foolin" around an" dallyin" with ther law when it"s right easy ter git rid o" critters like this yere Black Harry without no trouble a tall, an" make things lively in ther town at ther same time? Pa.s.s him out, sheriff, an" I"ll agree not ter do ye ary bit o" damage!"
"Wa-al, you are kind!" returned Kildare, contemptuously. "You"re mighty kind, an" I allows thet I "preciates it. I reckons you galoots over in thet forsaken, "way-back, never-heard-of hole called "Rapahoe sets yerselves up fer a law unto ther rest o" Oklahoma an" all other parts o"
creation! You allows thar don"t n.o.body else but you critters know what is right an" proper, an" so you has ther cheek ter come over hyar an"
tell us what ter do! You even offers ter show me how ter tie a runnin"
knot in a rope, an" I will admit thet I"ve tied more knots o" thet kind then you ever heard of! Take my advice, my gentle stranger frum "Rapahoe, an" go get right off ther earth, afore something happens ter yer which yer won"t like none whatever!"
This bit of sarcasm was appreciated by the a.s.sembled citizens of Elreno, and they raised a howl at Bill Buckhorn, scores of voices hurling derisive epithets at the lank stranger.
Buckhorn grew intensely angry, and he howled:
"You galoots make me sick! You"re short on fer hawse sense, an" thet"s plain enough!"
"Take a tumble!"
"Puckachee!"
"All right! All right!" cried the man from "Rapahoe, waving his hands, each of which clutched a huge revolver. "You kin run yer blamed old town ter suit yerselves, an" I allows thet Black Harry fools yer all an" gits erway! I hopes he does, an" I draws out o" this yere game right now."
He thrust his revolvers into leather holsters made to receive them, and strode away, forcing a pa.s.sage through the crowd, and pretending not to hear the derisive epithets hurled at him.
Hank Kildare smiled, with grim satisfaction.
"Thet wuz ther best thing could hev happened," he muttered. "It took their "tention erway fer a minute, an" now it"s likely I kin talk them inter reason."
He tried it, without delay. He urged them to disperse, promising that Black Harry should be lodged in Elreno jail, and properly tried for his life.
"This yar lynchin" is bad business," concluded the sheriff. "I will allow thet I hev taken a hand in more than one lynchin" party, but I"m derned "shamed o" it. Law is law, an" no gang o" human critters has a right ter take ther law in their han"s. I hev swore never ter let one o"
my prisoners be lynched, ef I kin help it, an" I"ll set "em free, an"
furnish "em with guns ter fight fer their lives, afore I"ll see "em strung up by a mob. At ther same time, I"d ruther be shot then forced ter do such a thing."
Kildare was so well known that every one who heard him felt sure he was not "talking wind," that being something he never did.
There was muttering in the crowd. The worst pa.s.sions of the mob had been aroused, and now it hated to be robbed of its prey.
"Hank Kildare means whatever he says," declared more than one. "He"ll fight ter hold Black Harry."
Some cursed Kildare, and that aroused the anger of the sheriff"s friends, so it seemed at one time as if the mob would fall into a pitched battle among themselves.
"Let "em fight," muttered the giant, who still held the broken window.
"Ef they git at it, I"ll find some way ter slip "em and put my man inter ther jail."
But they did not fight. Kildare called on them to disperse, and a few went away; but a great crowd lingered in sullen silence outside the station, waiting and watching.
"They want ter git another look at Black Harry," muttered the sheriff, knitting his brows. "Ef they do thet, they"re likely ter break loose again, like a lot o" wild tigers. How kin I make "em disperse, so I kin kerry him ter ther jail?"
"I will appeal to them," said a musical voice at his elbow.
He turned, and saw Lona Dawson there.
"You?"
"Yes. It is possible they will listen to me."
"They mought. I"d clean forgot you wuz hyar. Go ahead an" try yer luck, little one."
He stepped aside, and she appeared in the window. The moment she was seen, all muttering ceased in the crowd, and every one gave her attention.
"Gentlemen," she began, speaking clearly and loud enough for all to hear, "you must confess that I have as much interest as any one here in seeing this youthful ruffian brought to justice. I do not wish to see him lynched, but I wish him to receive such punishment as the law may give him."
"Ther law is slow!" cried a voice.
"An" it often fails!" came from another direction.
"In this case there is no reason why it should fail, for there is proof enough to convict Black Harry. It will not fail."
"He may escape from jail."