We could do it
before the war and during the war, but not now. The old niggers were taught
some decency; but these young ones! God help us, for I don't see any safety
for this country 'cept Judge Lynch. And I'll tell you this is my first an'
last term as sheriff. The work's too dirty."
"Buck Thomas was a boss sheriff," his brother answered; "he found the
niggers all right, but the niggers never found the jail, and the niggers
were 'fraid to death of him."
"Maybe Buck was right," the sheriff said, "and 'twas heap the easiest way;
but here comes the town."
The two men went to the window and saw a crowd of people advancing down the
road, led by Mr. Morris and his friends on horseback.
"I b'lieve you're the only man in this town that'll stand by me, Jim," the
sheriff said. "I swore in six last night, and I see 'em all in that crowd.
Poor Mr. Morris! in his place I'd do just what he's doin'. Blest if yonder
ain't Doty Buxton comin' to help me! I'll let him in; but see here, Jim,
I'm goin' to send Doty to telegraph to the city for Judge More, and I want
you to slip out the back way right now, and run to my house, and tell
Willie to give you the buggy and the nigger, and you drive that nigger into
the city.
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