“Capt. Doc a’n’t a bit to blame now,” replied Mann Harris. “I was ’bout two hundred yards from ’em at the time of the fuss. I saw Gaston and Tom Baker drive down, and get out and go into Nunberger’s store. I saw the company coming back, an’ they was a gwoine up then, and they met and talked awhile, an’ the company divided an’ let them go through. Let’s go down, an’ see Rives about this, Ned O’Bran, an’ git him to send a dispatch to the Governor to help us.”
“Well, come on,” replied Ned.
They entered the quiet office of the Justice, and found him sitting there alone, and looking over books and papers.
“General, what is you doing?” asked Harris, with emphasis.
“I am waiting for people to come into court again.”
“If you wait here awhile longer, they’ll make you jump out o’ here entirely!”
“What is the matter?”
“Well, there’s about four hundred men out there with guns and pistols.”
“Ah! I’ll go out and see—Well, really, this is surprising! What is all this about?”
“I don’t know,” said the excited Harris. “They’re gwoine to take the guns away from the armory.”