"It will take a long time at this rate," I said, as we were leaving the court-room.
"I don"t care if it takes a thousand years; they sha"n"t ring in a stuffed toad on me," replied the ex-judge. "Did you notice that fellow with a long neck? They"ve fixed him all right and I knew it. I am not altogether easy about that short fellow we"ve got, but I hope he is man enough to be honest. There is no more trickery anywhere than there is in a murder trial in this country. Well, they"ve put their worst men forward, and I think we shall have better material to-morrow."
And it appeared that we had, for the jury was sworn in the next afternoon. The testimony was so short and so direct, the witnesses were so few that the trial could not last long; and when at home I gave this as an opinion, the old people were glad, for they declared that it shortened the time of their son"s absence. On the day set for the opening of the argument hundreds of the farmers gave over their work and rode to town, for the Southerner loves a pa.s.sionate speech, and the court-house is still his theater.
The old man walked down the road with me, but he stopped before we reached the place where Stuart had been stretched upon the ground.
"Well," he said, turning back, "I reckon to-day"ll finish it. At least they"ll give it to the jury and it oughten"t to take "em long after what the judge says in his charge to "em. I feel that it"s goin" to be all right. Don"t you?"
The truth was that I did not, but kindness is not always the truth; so I said: "Everything looks that way. Conkwright is as sharp as a thorn and he"ll be in their flesh from the beginning to the end."
"By jings, jest say that again. That ought to settle it right now, hah?
Stay with "em till they git through, and you"ll find us waitin" for you when you git back."
I nodded, waved my hand at him and galloped away, and from a hill-top I looked back and saw him still standing there in the road. Parker caught up with me and we in turn overtook a man whom I did not care to encounter--Etheredge. I had seen him every day during the trial, had caught his blurred eye as I was giving my testimony on the stand, had heard him tell his damaging story.
"Ho, there," he said, as I was about to pa.s.s him. "Haven"t forgotten me, have you?"
"My memory is unfortunately so good that it retains many objectionable things," I answered.
"Glad to hear it; pleased to know that you haven"t forgotten our little engagement."
He rode along with me. The way was just broad enough for two horses abreast, and the deputy dropped back. "We need not wait for the termination of the trial," I replied.
"That so? Strikes me that you are pretty keen, especially as there is an officer right behind you. Say, you seem to blame me for the interest I am taking in this affair. Have you stopped to think of the interest you are taking in it? Jucklin"s no relation of yours and probably never will be. Did you hear what I said? Probably never will be."
"Unfortunately I haven"t an apple tree sprout with me to-day, Mr.
Etheredge."
"And it"s a good thing for you that you haven"t. Do you reckon I"d let you lash at me while so many people are riding along the road?"
"I don"t suppose you would let me do so at any time if you could help yourself."
"Oh, I don"t know. Might let you amuse yourself if there were no one in sight. But I"ve got nothing against you, young man. I"ve lived long enough to forgive an over-grown boy"s impulses."
He could not have cut me deeper; and his sleepy old eyes saw the blood and he laughed. "Got under your hide a little that time, eh? We"ve all got a thin place somewhere in our skin, you know. You needn"t look back; the officer is right behind us."
"I wish he were not in sight," I replied.
"You don"t like him, eh? Why, I always thought, he was a pretty good fellow. But, of course, I am willing to accept your judgment of him. But if you don"t like him why do you wait for him to come up?"
"I am waiting for you to go on, sir," I replied. "And if you don"t I will knock you off that horse."
"Very well. I see a man on ahead who is doubtless better company. I trust, though, that I shall have the pleasure of a closer a.s.sociation with you at some future time. Good-morning."
I waited until Parker came up. "Did you get enough of him?" he asked, laughing. "I knew you would--nearly everybody does. Under the circ.u.mstances it was an insult for him to offer to ride with you."
"And he and I will have a trouble as soon as this one is settled," I replied.
"Oh, I reckon not. I don"t see why any man of sense should want to have trouble with you. Just look how they are flocking to town. Hope they"ll turn out this way and vote for me at the next election for sheriff.
Women, too. See them coming out of that gate?"
When we rode into the town the streets were thronged and hors.e.m.e.n, wagons and buggies were thick on the public square. The ginger cake and cider vender was there, with his stand near the court-house steps, and the neigh of the colt and the distressful answer of his mother, tied to the rack, echoed throughout the town. Dogs, meeting one another for the first time, decided in their knowing way that they were enemies, but suddenly became allies in a yelping chase after one of their kind that came down the street with a tin can tied to his tail.
I went at once to Conkwright"s office and found him with his feet on a table, contentedly smoking a cob pipe.
"I was just thinking over some points that I want to make," he remarked as I entered.
"And I hope, sir, that you are in the proper humor to make them."
"Can"t tell about that. Oratory is as stealthy and as illusive as a weazel at night. You never know when he"s coming."
"But do you feel well?" I anxiously inquired.
"Oh, feel first-rate, but that doesn"t make any particular difference.
Sometimes a man may think that he feels well, but when he gets up to speak he finds that he is simply sluggish. Reckon I"ll get through all right. Do the best I can, any way, and if I fail it can"t be helped.
Guess we"d better go over."
An anxious day that was for me. I looked at Alf, now beginning to grow pale under his imprisonment, and I saw his resentment rise and fall as the state"s attorney pictured him, waiting, listening with eagerness for the sound of a horse"s hoofs. I was to be a lawyer, to defend men and to prosecute them for money, and yet I wondered how that bright young fellow, with the seeming pa.s.sion of an honest outcry, could stand there and tell the jury that my friend had committed the foulest murder that had ever reddened the criminal annals of his state. Old man Conkwright sat, twirling his thumbs, and occasionally he would nod at the jurymen as if to call their attention to a rank absurdity. But I did not see how he could offset the evidence and the blazing sentences of that impa.s.sioned prosecutor. At last Conkwright"s time had come, and when he arose and uttered his first word I felt the chill of a disappointment creeping over me. He was slow and his utterance was as cold as if it had issued from a frost-bitten mouth. I went out and walked round the town, to the livery-stable, where a negro was humming a tune as he washed a horse"s back; to the drug-store, where a doctor was dressing a brick-bat wound in a drunken man"s scalp--I walked out to the edge of the town, where the farming land lay, and then I turned back. I was thinking of my return home, of the sorrow that I should take with me, of those old people--of Guinea.
Some one called me, and facing about I recognized the telegraph operator coming across a lot. "Glad to see you," he said, coming up and holding out his hand. "Didn"t hear about her, did you?"
"Hear about whom?" I asked, not pleased that he should have broken in upon my sorrowful meditation.
"Mrs. McHenry."
"No, I"ve heard nothing. What about her?"
"Why, there"s everything about her. She"s my wife--married night before last. Know that piece of calico I pointed out that day, the time I said I had to be mighty careful? Well, she"s it. I"ll walk on up with you.
Run it down--run in panting, you might say. Said I had to have her and she shied at first, but that didn"t make any difference, for I was there three times a day till she saw it wasn"t any use to shy any longer; so she gave in and I caught the first preacher that happened to be hanging around and he soon p.r.o.nounced us one and the same kind--something of the same sort. Go right down that street and you"ll see calico on my clothes line most any time. Say, it will be a pity if they hang that young fellow. And I"ll tell you what I"ll do. If they send anything off to any of the newspapers I"ll spell his name wrong. Get even with them some way, won"t we? Yonder comes my boy and I reckon there"s a call for me at the office. They are rushing me now--seems to be the busy season. I"ve been to the office twice already to-day."
Long before I reached the court-house I heard old Conkwright bellowing at the jury. The windows were full of people and outside men were standing upon boxes, straining to see the old fellow in his mighty tirade. I could not get into the room, but I squeezed my way to the door and stood there, with my blood leaping. Now I could see why they had called him powerful. His face was aglow, his gray hair was upon end and his eyes were shooting darts at the jury. I know not how long he spoke, but I know that suddenly he was silent, looking upward, and then, spreading his hands over the jury, said: "May G.o.d in his infinite mercy influence your decision." He sat down, and I noticed then that the air was cooler with a breeze that sprang up when the sun had set. The state"s attorney made a few remarks, and then the judge delivered his charge to the jury, an address short, but earnest. Now there was a shoving and a crush--the jurymen were filing out. I saw them leading Alf back to the jail, but I did not go to him, so pulled and hauled I was by hope and fear. But I made my way to the old lawyer, and asked him what he thought.
"I don"t know," he answered. "Don"t you see the disposition there is to rush everything? I don"t think they will be out long."
"You made a great speech, sir."
"Wasn"t bad, considering the material. We were at a disadvantage. He stood there in the road, you know, and that is a hard thing to get round."
"But the judge must have felt your speech."
"Why, my son, I don"t suppose he heard it."
I went away and again I walked about the town. It was dusk and the tavern bell was ringing. On the court-house steps and on the public square men were discussing the trial and venturing their opinions as to the result. I heard one man say: "The old soldier made a great fight, but the odds were against him. Bet ten dollars they find him guilty."
"There"s his friend over there," another man spoke up. "Don"t talk so loud."
"Can"t help who"s there listening; money"s here talkin". Any takers?"