They began pushing, and the mob surged closer. Those nearest the platform were within a dozen feet of the solitary watcher now, but there was no menace in their att.i.tude. Glenning had been sharply viewing the _personnel_ of this ma.s.s of men, and from apparel, bearing, and general appearance he judged most of them to be of the rougher element. The three or four in front, who were evidently the leaders, may have been gentlemen. It was to these Glenning now spoke.
"Good evening," he said, pleasantly, "Perhaps I know you and perhaps I don"t, for you have seen fit to hide your faces. You have come after Hank."
His accents were deliberate, and he appeared as much at ease as if he were chatting with friends in his own home. His last sentence was not a question, but a declaration.
"Yes, we"ve come after Hank "n" we"re goin" to git "im!" came a rough voice from one side.
A leader turned.
"Keep still, will you?" Then to Glenning. "May I ask by what authority you take your place there with two loaded pistols? Are you a sworn deputy, or officer of any sort?"
"I am not, as you well know, and I have no authority, other than a strong feeling for fair play. May I, in turn, ask by what authority you come at dead of night to defy the laws of your State, and seek to place a crime upon your soul?"
"We have the law of might, and that"s enough. Stand aside now, or take the consequences!"
The man was deeply in earnest.
"Had it not struck you that you were talking to the wrong man?" asked Glenning. "Do you want to enter this place? Then the jailer is the man you want to see. What"s the use of battering these doors down and arousing the town when you _might_ get the keys from him, and _maybe_ get in quietly? You need some one to lead you, men. What good is it to stand d.i.c.kering with me? Rouse the jailer! He"s the man you want to deal with!"
Before the words had left his mouth three or four shadowy forms had detached themselves from the group and run to the front door of the jailer"s residence, which connected with the prison proper, only a wall intervening. They thumped, and pounded, and called, forgetting caution in their untrained zeal. They gained no response, and, fearing to force an entrance there, returned to their friends, baffled.
"Knock "im down! Git "im out o" the way!" The cries came again from the rear.
"You"ve told Bill we were coming," said the man who had formerly spoken, "and he"s run off, or hidden. We can"t waste time. Stand down! We are armed, and you will suffer if you resist!"
"Wouldn"t you rather have the keys?" asked John, simply, "than to run the risk of bringing the citizens who love order about your ears? You can"t force that door without dynamite."
"How can we get the keys when we can"t get Bill?" demanded the spokesman, led on to conversation in spite of his haste by the apparently ingenuous frankness of the man before him.
"Bill gave them to me," answered John, naturally, "not ten minutes ago."
"Then you have them? Pa.s.s them over, please, at once, or we shall be compelled to take them from you by force."
"I haven"t them now."
"You"re fooling with us!" retorted the man, angrily. "For the last time, get out of the way!"
"I"m not fooling you! I had the keys in my hand, but I have lost them.
They are not on my person."
"To h.e.l.l wid you "n" de keys bofe!" exclaimed a burly form standing well back in the shadows, and with that it made a rush. The figure was to one side; there was no one else in line. Swiftly John raised the revolver in his right hand, and fired low. His wish was only to cripple, and he succeeded. The man dropped with a howl of pain and fright, and his mask fell off, revealing the face of a brutal looking negro. He sat up and nursed his shattered knee, and mouthed curses.
"Shame on you, men of Macon!" cried Glenning, standing erect and pale under the flickering light of the iron sconce. "Do you bring such a thing as _that_ with you to hang a white man, however low?"
"n.o.body told "im to come!" called a voice. "He hooked on!"
"Listen to me a minute, men!" resumed Glenning, speaking very earnestly, "Most of you don"t realize what you want to do tonight. You"ve come out to commit murder. Do you know that--murder! Every man among you would be guilty of that crime did you break into this jail and drag out the fellow you are after and string him to a limb. What good would it do? I know what the Bible says--"An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth"
and "Whosoever sheddeth man"s blood by man shall his blood be shed." But let the law do it, men. If you do this thing you will be as lawless and as guilty as that cringing thing back there in its cell. You would deserve his fate! Let us not behave as barbarians. Don"t make the records of our State blacker than they are. I"m not here to fight. I know you can overcome me. Accident alone apprised me of what was going forward tonight, and I"ve come here to try and show you where you"re wrong. Don"t let tomorrow"s papers tell the news to the civilized world that down in Kentucky a mob trespa.s.sed the law and hung a prisoner by night! It"s been done too often already. We"re good people, but our blood runs hot, and we"re hasty. We act first, and think after, which is wrong. You haven"t thought this thing over. Somebody started it and you fell in with the plan. Go home now, and go to bed, and in the morning you"ll thank G.o.d that your consciences are clear!"
For a moment there was a tense silence, broken only by the low groans of the suffering negro.
"He shot d.i.c.k Goodloe, and he"s got to die! d.i.c.k was my friend!"
It was the ringleader speaking, dogged and unpersuaded.
John leaned forward suddenly, and looked at the man.
"Is the marshal dead?" he asked.
"He wasn"t dead half an hour ago, but he was mighty low," came a voice from the darkness.
"There!" exclaimed John, triumphantly, standing erect. "You have no sort of right to take this man now! You shall not hang him! I"ll make a compact with you, gentlemen--fellow citizens! Send at once to the home of d.i.c.k Goodloe. If he is dead, I"ll find you the keys, and step aside.
If he lives, you are to go home and leave this jail unmolested. Do you agree?"
Various voices expressed a.s.sent to the plan, and even the ringleader nodded acquiescence, without speaking.
A messenger was accordingly dispatched at once, a youth with nimble legs, who started on a run. During the period of waiting the men were quiet, though some conversed in low tones. No one paid any attention to the wounded negro, who attempted to drag himself away, but found the effort so painful that he gave it up. In a short time the messenger returned with his news. Goodloe was sleeping, and Doctor Kale said that his chances for recovery were better. Instantly the crowd melted as silently as they had come, and soon Glenning found himself alone before the iron-barred door, while there upon the gra.s.s before him the negro moaned ceaselessly. There was no resentment in John"s heart towards the object his bullet had stricken down. Now he merely saw something in distress which needed his help. He lifted the lamp from its socket and went towards the negro, who tried to shrink away at his approach.
"Be still!" ordered Glenning, and placing the lamp on the ground, he began an examination.
The hurt was not serious. The knee-cap was shattered, but the tough bone had deflected the bullet.
"Where do you live?" asked John, brusquely.
The negro told him, stuttering with fright.
"You belong in there!" returned the doctor, sternly, waving his hand towards the dark ma.s.s of stone behind him. "Don"t you ever get tangled up in anything like this again. Now you can"t walk a step, and won"t for some time to come."
He took his handkerchief and bound it about the wounded limb.
"I"ll have a wagon here to take you home in a few minutes," he continued, "and I"ll come in the morning and dress that knee."
Then, without waiting to hear the profuse thanks and humble apologies which followed, he replaced the lamp, secured the keys and the revolvers, and bent his steps in the direction of Main street. He stopped at the livery stable and gave instructions for removing the negro, then went to his office, tired, victorious, but unsatisfied.
What did it all amount to, he asked himself, wearily, when the love in his soul received no answering affection. Of what account were good deeds, if his own life was empty. His recent thrilling experience faded from his mind, and in its stead the sweetly alluring face of Julia came up before him. She was always with him now; waking, sleeping, reading, or during his professional calls. She had crept into his heart completely, and her coming had been wonderfully charming--unlike that other, which had thrilled him with a painful joy! The other was gone now. He felt that the awful hold had been shaken off at last--if only Julia had not treated him as she did that evening! Such things tend to throw a man back, but his hardly won battle had been too dear an experience for him to waver now. He would be strong, though the future were empty. He was facing the gla.s.s door giving onto the landing at the head of the stairway, sitting dejectedly by a small table whereon a lamp was burning. He had thrown off his coat and hat, for the atmosphere indoors was almost stifling. He did not think of seeking rest, for, though tired, he was not sleepy. It seemed to him that his affection for the Major"s daughter had grown immeasurably since darkness had fallen.
His thoughts had dwelt constantly upon her, and in his heart he had called her many tender names, and had imagined his lips upon her hair, and forehead, and cheeks, and mouth. He dropped his chin to his breast and closed his eyes, his forehead showing deep furrows beneath the straight black locks of overfalling hair. "Julia! Julia!" he said in his mind; "don"t treat me this way! I have served you faithfully from the moment my eyes first saw you, and I have loved you almost as long.
Believe me, little girl, and let me know that you care for me, that I may speak all that is in my heart. Julia! Julia!" Again and again the single word throbbed through his mind, as though an imperishable record was in his heart, and every beat thereof sent out the message on the current of his blood. _What was that!_ He stopped breathing, but did not open his eyes. He felt that she was near him! All in a moment he knew that the cry of his heart had been answered. He heard steps, light steps, barely audible through the closed door. They came swiftly--tip-tip-tip-tip-tip-tip--up the stair--then silence.
He lifted his head and opened his eyes.
"Good G.o.d!" he cried, springing to his feet and overturning the chair in which he sat. Then grasping the small table with both hands he leaned across it and peered at the door, his face graying with each second that pa.s.sed. She stood there, looking at him, such terror in her eyes that it made him tremble, absolutely fearless though he was. She wore a dark dress, and a dark veil was wound about her head, leaving the white oval of her face, with its terror-haunted eyes. The next moment she had entered the room and shut the door behind her, and was coming towards him like a sweet wraith. Yet he could say nothing. He had yearned for her and called her in his soul, and she was before him now! There were new lines upon his troubled face, for he could not understand. What could it mean? It was past midnight; between one and two o"clock, he knew. She was alone. These were his apartments. He slept in the one where they now stood. She stopped within arm"s length, pale and scared, her large eyes burning with the burden of the secret she carried. She spoke first, hurriedly and low. The sound of her voice brought John to his senses.
"Has he come? Has he come?" she asked, in a half whisper, while the interlaced fingers over her breast writhed from the stress of her emotion.
"Dear Miss Julia!" responded Glenning, taking her by the arm, "pray be seated--but no, you _must_ not stay here a moment! I--what is it? What is wrong?"
"Has he been here? Oh, tell me! Has anything happened?"
Glenning got into his coat as he answered.