"If you gentlemen will let me--" said Carrington pleasantly. Instantly there came a relieved chorus from the three in one breath.
"Why, sure!"
"Would my spectacles help you any, Mr. Carrington?" asked Uncle Sammy officiously.
"No, I guess not."
"They air powerful seein" gla.s.ses, and I"m aweer some folks read a heap easier with spectacles than without "em." After a moment"s scrutiny of the paper that Balaam had thrust in his hand, Carrington began:
"To the Sheriff of the County of c.u.mberland: Greetings."
"He means me," explained Balaam. "He always makes "em out to the sheriff, but they are returned to me and I serve "em." Carrington resumed his reading,
"Whereas, It is alleged that a murderous a.s.sault has been committed on one David Blount, of Fayetteville, by Robert Yancy, of Scratch Hill, said Blount sustaining numerous bruises and contusions, to his great injury of body and mind; and, whereas, it is further alleged that said murderous a.s.sault was wholly unprovoked and without cause, you will forthwith take into custody the person of said Yancy, of Scratch Hill, charged with having inflicted the bruises and contusions herein set forth in the complaint of said Blount, and instantly bring him into our presence to answer to these various and several crimes and misdemeanors.
You are empowered to seize said Yancy wherever he may be at; whether on the hillside or in the valley, eating or sleeping, or at rest.
"De Lancy Balaam, Magistrate.
"Fourth District, County of c.u.mberland, State of North Carolina. Done this twenty-fourth day of May, 1835.
"P.S. Dear Bob: Dave Blount says he ain"t able to chew his meat. I thought you"d be glad to know."
Smilingly Carrington folded the warrant and handed it to Yancy.
"Well, what are you goin" to do about hit, Bob?" inquired Balaam.
"Maybe I"d ought to go. I"d like to oblige the squire," said Yancy.
"When does this here co"t set?" demanded Uncle Sammy.
"Hit don"t do much else since he"s took with the lumbago," answered Balaam somewhat obscurely.
"How are the squire, Charley?" asked Yancy with grave concern.
"Only just tolerable, Bob."
"What did he tell you to do?" and Yancy knit his brows.
"Seems like he wanted me to find out what you"d do. He recommended I shouldn"t use no violence."
"I wouldn"t recommend you did, either," a.s.sented Yancy, but without heat.
"I"d get shut of this here law business, Bob," advised Uncle Sammy.
"Suppose I come to the Cross Roads this evening?"
"That"s agreeable," said the deputy, who presently departed in company with Carrington.
Some hours later the male population of Scratch Hill, with a gravity befitting the occasion, prepared itself to descend on the Cross Roads and give its support to Mr. Yancy in his hour of need. To this end those respectable householders armed themselves, with the idea that it might perhaps be necessary to correct some miscarriage of justice. They were shy enough and timid enough, these remote dwellers in the pine woods, but, like all wild things, when they felt they were cornered they were p.r.o.ne to fight; and in this instance it was clearly iniquitous that Bob Yancy"s right to smack Dave Blount should be questioned. That denied what was left of human liberty. But beyond this was a matter of even greater importance: they felt that Yancy"s possession of the boy was somehow involved.
Yancy had declared himself simply but specifically on this point. Law or no law, he would kill whoever attempted to take the boy from him, and Scratch Hill believing to a man that in so doing he would be well within his rights, was prepared to join in the fray. Even Uncle Sammy, who had not been off the Hill in years, announced that no consideration of fatigue would keep him away from the scene of action and possible danger, and Yancy loaned him his mule and cart for the occasion. When the patriarch was helped to his seat in the ancient vehicle he called loudly for his rifle.
"Why, pap, what do you want with a weapon?" asked his son indulgently.
"If there air shootin" I may take a hand in it. Now you-all give me a fair hour"s start with this mule critter of Bob"s, and if nothin" busts I"ll be at the squire"s as soon as the best of you."
Uncle Sammy was given the time allowance he asked and then Scratch Hill wended its way down the path to the branch and the highroad. Yancy led the straggling procession, with the boy trotting by his side, his little sunburned fist clasped in the man"s great hand. He, too, was armed.
He carried the old spo"tin" rifle he had brought from the Barony, and suspended from his shoulder by a leather thong was the big horn flask with its hickory stopper his Uncle Bob had fashioned for him, while a deerskin pouch held his bullets and an extra flint or two. He understood that beyond those smacks he had seen his Uncle Bob fetch Mr. Blount, he himself was the real cause of this excitement, that somebody, it was not plain to his mind just who, was seeking to get him away from Scratch Hill, and that a mysterious power called the Law would sooner or later be invoked to this dread end. But he knew this much clearly, nothing would induce him to leave his Uncle Bob! And his thin little fingers nestled warmly against the man"s hardened palm. Yancy looked down and gave him a sunny, rea.s.suring smile.
"It"ll be all right, Nevvy," he said gently.
"You wouldn"t let "em take me, would you, Uncle Bob?" asked the child in a fearful whisper.
"Such an idea ain"t entered my head. And this here warranting is just some of Dave Blount"s cussedness."
"Uncle Bob, what"ll they do to you?"
"Well, I reckon the squire"ll feel obliged to do one of two things.
He"ll either fine me or else he won"t."
"What"ll you do if he fines you?"
"Why, pay the fine, Nevvy--and then lick Dave Blount again for stirring up trouble. That"s the way we most in general do. I mean to say give him a good licking, and that"ll make him stop his foolishness."
"Wasn"t that a good licking you gave him on the Ox Road, Uncle Bob?"
asked Hannibal.
"It was pretty fair fo" a starter, but I"m capable of doing a better job," responded Yancy.
They overtook Uncle Sammy as he turned in at the squire"s.
"I thought I"d come and see what kind of law a body gets at this here co"t of yours," the patriarch explained to Mr. Balaam, who, forgetting his lumbago, had hurried forth to greet him.
"But why did you fetch your gun, Uncle Sammy?" asked the magistrate, laughing.
"Hit were to be on the safe side, Squire. Where air them Blounts?"
"Them Blounts don"t need to bother you none. There air only Dave, and he can"t more than half see out of one eye to-day."
The squire"s court held its infrequent sittings in the best room of the Balaam homestead, a double cabin of hewn logs. Here Scratch Hill was gratified with a view of Mr. Blount"s battered visage, and it was conceded that his condition reflected creditably on Yancy"s physical prowess and was of a character fully to sustain that gentleman"s reputation; for while he was notoriously slow to begin a fight, he was reputed to be even more reluctant to leave off once he had become involved in one.
"What"s all this here fuss between you and Bob Yancy?" demanded the squire when he had administered the oath to Blount. Mr. Blount"s statement was brief and very much to the point. He had been hired by Mr.
Bladen, of Fayetteville, to go to Scratch Hill and get the boy who had been temporarily placed in Yancy"s custody at the time of General Quintard"s death.
"Stop just there!" cried the magistrate, leveling a pudgy finger at Blount. "This here co"t is already cognizant of certain facts bearing on that p"int. The boy was left with Bob Yancy mainly because n.o.body else would take him. Them"s the facts. Now go on!" he finished sternly.
"I only know what Bladen told me," said Blount sullenly.
"Well, I reckon Mr. Bladen ought to feel obliged to tell the truth,"