a cumberland vendetta-第9部分
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look of a good man gone shiftless and fast going wrong。
Soon two or three lank brown figures appeared from each direction on foot； then a horseman or two； and by and by mountaineers came in groups； on horse and on foot。 In time the side alleys and the court…house square were filled with horses and mules； and even steers。 The mountaineers crowded the narrow street： idling from side to side； squatting for a bargain on the wooden sidewalks； grouping on the porch of the rickety hotel； and on the court…house steps loitering in and out of the one store in sight。 Out in the street several stood about a horse； looking at his teeth； holding his eyes to the sun； punching his ribs； twisting his tail； while the phlegmatic owner sat astride the submissive beast； and spoke short answers to rare questions。 Everybody talked politics； the crop failure； or the last fight at the seat of some private war； but nobody spoke of a Lewallen or a Stetson unless he knew his listener's heart； and said it in a whisper。 For nobody knew when the powder would flash； or who had taken sides； or that a careless word might not array him with one or the other faction。
A motley throng it was…in brown or gray homespun； with trousers in cowhide boots； and slouched hats with brims curved according to temperament； but with striking figures in it； the patriarch with long； white hair； shorn even with the base of the neck； and bearded only at the throat…a justice of the peace； and the sage of his district； a little mountaineer with curling black hair and beard； and dark； fine features； a grizzled giant with a head rugged enough to have been carelessly chipped from stone； a bragging candidate claiming everybody's notice； a square… shouldered fellow surging through the crowd like a stranger； an open…faced； devil…may… care young gallant on fire with moonshine； a skulking figure with brutish mouth and shifting eyes。 Indeed； every figure seemed distinct； for； living apart from his neighbor； and troubling the law but little in small matters of dispute； the mountaineer preserves independence； and keeps the edges of his individuality unworn。 Apparently there was not a woman in town。 Those that lived there kept housed； and the fact was significant。 Still； it was close to noon； and yet not a Stetson or a Lewallen had been seen。 The stores of Rufe and old Jasper were at the extremities of the town； and the crowd did not move those ways。 It waited in the centre； and whetted impatience by sly trips in twos and three to stables or side alleys for 〃mountain dew。〃 Now and then the sheriff； a little man with a mighty voice； would appear on the courthouse steps； and summon a witness to court； where a frightened judge gave instructions to a frightened jury。 But few went； unless called； for the interest was outside； every man in the streets knew that a storm was nigh； and was waiting to see it burst。
Noon passed。 A hoarse bell and a whining hound had announced dinner in the hotel。 The guests were coming again into the streets。 Eyes were brighter； faces a little more flushed； and the 〃moonshine〃 was passed more openly。 Both ways the crowd watched closely。 The quiet at each end of the street was ominous； and the delay could last but little longer。 The lookers…on themselves were getting quarrelsome。 The vent must come soon； or among them there would be trouble。
Thar comes Jas Lewallen！ 〃 At last。 A dozen voices spoke at once。 A horseman had appeared far down the street from the Lewallen end。 The clouds broke from about the sun； and a dozen men knew the horse that bore him； for the gray was prancing the street sidewise； and throwing the sunlight from his flanks。 Nobody followed； and the crowd was puzzled。 Young Jasper carried a Winchester across his saddle…bow； and； swaying with the action of his horse； came on。
〃What air he about？〃
〃He's a plumb idgit。〃
He mus' be crazy。〃
He's drunk！
The wonder ceased。 Young Jasper was reeling。 Two or three Stetsons slipped from the crowd； and there was a galloping of hoofs the other way。 Another horseman appeared from the Lewallen end； riding hastily。 The new…comer's errand was to call Jasper back。 But the young dare…devil was close to the crowd； and was swinging a bottle over his head。
Come back hyeh； Jas！ Come hyeh！〃 The new…comer was shouting afar off while he galloped。 Horses were being untethered from the side alleys。 Several more Lewallen riders came in sight。 They could see the gray shining in the sunlight amid the crowd； and the man sent after him halted at a safe distance； gesticulating； and they； too； spurred forward。
Hello； boys！ 〃 young Jasper was calling out； as he swayed from side to side； the people everywhere giving him way。
〃Fun to…day； by… ！ fun to…day！ Who'll hev a drink？ Hyeh's hell to the Stetsons； whar some of 'em '11 be afore night！
With a swagger he lifted the bottle to his lips； and； stopping short； let it fall untouched to the ground。 He had straightened in his saddle； and was looking up the street。 With a deep curse he threw the Winchester to his shoulder； fired； and before his yell had died on his lips horse and rider were away like a shaft of light。 The crowd melted like magic from the street。 The Stetsons； chiefly on foot； did not return the fire； but halted up the street； as if parleying。 Young Jasper joined his party； and they； too； stood still a moment； puzzled by the irresolution of the other side。
〃Watch out！ they're gittin' round ye！ Run for the court…house； ye fools ！…ye； run！ 〃 The voice came in a loud yell from somewhere down the street； and its warning was just in time。
A wreath of smoke came about a corner of the house far down the street； and young Jasper yelled； and dashed up a side alley with his followers。 A moment later judge； jury； witnesses； and sheriff were flying down the court…house steps at the point of Lewallen guns； the Lewallen horses； led by the gray； were snorting through the streets； their riders； barricaded in the forsaken court…house； were puffing a stream of fire and smoke from every window of court…room below and jury…room above。
The streets were a bedlam。 The Stetsons were yelling with triumph。 The Lewallens were divided； and Rufe placed three Stetsons with Winchesters on each side of the courthouse； and kept them firing。 Rome； pale and stern； hid his force between the square and the Lewallen store。 He was none too quick。 The rest were coming on； led by old Jasper。 It was reckless； riding that way right into death； but the old man believed young Jasper's life at stake； and the men behind asked no questions when old Jasper led them。 The horses' hoofs beat the dirt street like the crescendo of thunder。 The fierce old man's hat was gone； and his mane…like hair was shaking in the wind。 Louder…and still the Stetsons were quiet…quiet too long。 The wily old man saw the trap； and； with a yell； whirled the column up an alley； each man flattening over his saddle。 From every window； from behind every corner and tree； smoke belched from the mouth of a Winchester。 Two horses went down； one screamed； the other struggled to his feet； and limped away with an empty saddle。 One pf the fallen men sprang into safety behind a house； and one lay still； with his arms stretched out and his face in the dust。
From behind barn； house； and fence the Lewallens gave back a scattering fire； but the Stetsons crept closer； and were plainly in greater numbers。 Old Jasper was being surrounded； and he mounted again； and all； followed by a chorus of bullets and triumphant yells； fled for a wooded slope in the rear of the court…house。 A dozen Lewallens were prisoners； and must give up or starve。 There was savage joy in the Stetson crowd； and many…footed rumor went all ways that night。
Despite sickness and Rome's strict order； Isom had ridden down to the mill。 Standing in the doorway； he and old Gabe saw up the river； where the water broke into foam over the ford； a riderless gray horse plunging across。 Later it neighed at a gate under Wolf's Head； and Martha Lewallen ran out to meet it。 Across under Thunderstruck Knob that night the old Stetson mother listened to Isom's story of the fight with ghastly joy in her death…marked face。
XI
ALL night the court…house was guarded and on guard。 At one corner of the square Rufe Stetson； with a few men； sat on watch in old Sam Day's cabin…the fortress of the town； built for such a purpose； and used for it many times before。 The prisoners； too； were alert； and no Stetson ventured into the open square； for the moon was high； an exposure anywhere was noted instantly by the whistle of a rifle…ball； and the mountaineer takes few risks except under stress of drink or passion。 Rome Stetson had placed pickets about the town wherever surprise was possible。 All night he patrolled the streets to keep his men in such readiness as he could for the attack that the Lewallens would surely make to rescue their living friends and to avenge the dead ones。
But the triumph was too great and unexpected。 Two Braytons were dead； several more were prisoners with young Jasper in the courthouse； and drinking began。
As the night deepened without attack the Stetsons drank more； and grew reckless。 A dance was started。
