Revenge! by Robert Barr
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"I ought to call on them to disperse, and if they refused I suppose I
should have them fired on." "That is the law," answered the gaoler, grimly. "What would you do if you were in my place?" appealed the sheriff. It was evident the stern Roman Father was not elected by popular vote in _that_ county. "Me?" said the gaoler. "Oh, I'd give 'em the keys, and let 'em hang him. It'll save you the trouble. If you have 'em fired on, you're sure to kill the very men who are at this moment urging 'em to go home. There's always an innocent man in a mob, and he's the one to get hurt every time." "Well then, Perkins, you give them the keys; but for Heaven's sake don't say I told you. They'll be sorry for this to-morrow. You know I'm elected, but you're appointed, so you don't need to mind what people say." "That's all right," said the gaoler, "I'll stand the brunt." But the keys were not given up. The clamour had ceased. A young man with pale face and red eyes stood on the top of the stone wall that surrounded the gaol. He held up his hand and there was instant silence. They all recognised him as Bowen, the night operator, to whom _she_ had been engaged. "Gentlemen," he cried--and his clear voice reached the outskirts of the crowd--"don't do it. Don't put an everlasting stain on the fair name of |
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