Here they come again! Keep it up, Doty. See that? They've
stopped again. They ain't real mad with me, yet, the boys ain't; only Mr.
Morris and his friends are mad. The boys think I'm just pretending to do my
duty for the looks of it; but I ain't. Gosh! Now they've fixed it! With Mr.
Morris at the front end of that log, there's no hope of scare. He'd walk
over dynamite to get that nigger. Poor feller! Here they come at a run!
Don't hurt anybody, Doty. Bang! Wait; I'll call a halt by knocking on the
gate; it'll gain us a little more time."
"What do you want?" came in answer to the sheriff's taps.
"I'll arrest every man of you for destroying State property," the sheriff
answered.
"All right; come do it quick," was the response. "We're waitin', but we
won't wait long."
"I reckon we'll have to go inside, Doty," the sheriff said; then to the
attacking party, "If you'll wait till Judge More comes, I promise you the
nigger'll hang."
For answer there was another blow on the gate.
"Remember, I've warned you!" the sheriff called.
"Hush that rot," was the answer, followed by a third blow.
The sheriff and Doty retreated to the jail, and the attack went on.
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