and to Virginians on the Kentucky side.
Hanging around were the slouching figures
of several moonshiners and the villainous
fellow who ran it.

``They are real ones all right,'' said
Marston. ``One of them killed a revenue
officer at that front door last week, and
was killed by the posse as he was trying
to escape out of the back window. That
house will be in ashes soon,'' he added.
And it was.

As we rode down the mountain we told
him about our trip and the people with
whom we had spent the night--and all the
time he was smiling curiously.

``Buck,'' he said. ``Oh, yes, I know
that little chap. Mart had him posted
down there on the river to toll you to his
house--to toll YOU,'' he added to the
Blight. He pulled in his horse suddenly,
turned and looked up toward the top of
the mountain.

``Ah, I thought so.'' We all looked
back. On the edge of the cliff, far upward,
on which the ``blind Tiger'' sat was
a gray horse, and on it was a man who,