“You seem to be going in for pretty loose interpretations, and if that plaster bust of John Marshall up there falls from the shelf, you need not be surprised,” and Habersham still laughed. “I might be impudent and cite you against yourself!”
“That would constitute contempt of court, and I cannot just now spare your services long enough for you to serve a jail sentence. Go on now, and tell me what you have done and what you propose.”
“Well, as I told you over the telephone, we hear a great deal about Appleweight and his crowd; but we never hear much of their enemies, who are, nevertheless, of the same general stock, and equally determined when aroused. Ten of these men I have quietly called to meet at my farm out here a few miles from town, on Thursday night. They come from different points over the country, and we’ll have a small but grim posse that will be ready for business. You may not know it, but the Appleweights are most religious. Appleweight himself boasts that he never misses church on Sunday. He goes also to the mid-week service on Thursday night, so I have learned, and thereby hangs our opportunity. Mount Nebo Church lies off here toward the north. It’s a lonely point in itself, though it’s the spiritual centre and rendezvous for a wide area. If Appleweight can be taken at all, that’s the place, and I’m willing to make the trial. Whether to stampede the church and make a fight, or seize him alone as he approaches the place, is a question for discussion with the boys I have engaged to go into the game. How does it strike you?”
“First-rate. Ten good men ought to be enough; but if it comes down to numbers, the state militia can be brought into use. The South Carolina National Guard is in camp, and we can have a regiment quick enough, if I ask it.”
Habersham whistled.
“Osborne is certainly up and doing!” he exclaimed, chuckling. “I suppose he has tossed a quarter, and decided it’s better to be good than to be senator. By the way, that was a curious story in the newspapers about Dangerfield and Osborne having a row at New Orleans. I wonder just what passed between them?”
Griswold was conscious that Habersham glanced at him a little curiously, with a look that implied something that half formed itself on the prosecuting attorney’s lips.
“I know nothing beyond what I read in the newspapers at the time. Some political row, I fancy.”
“I suppose Governor Osborne hasn’t discussed it with you since his return to Columbia?” asked Habersham carelessly. The shadow of a smile flitted across his face, but vanished quickly as though before a returning consciousness of the fact that he was facing Henry Maine Griswold, who was first of all a gentleman, and not less a scholar and a man of the world, who was not to be trifled with.
“No,” replied Griswold, a little shortly. “I was appealed to in rather an unusual way in this matter of Appleweight. It is quite out of my line as a legal proposition, but there are other considerations of which I may not speak.”