you."

Hale was made captain, Logan first lieutenant, Macfarlan second, and the
Hon. Sam third. Two rules, Logan, who, too, knew the mountaineer well,
suggested as inflexible. One was never to draw a pistol at all unless
necessary, never to pretend to draw as a threat or to intimidate, and
never to draw unless one meant to shoot, if need be.

"And the other," added Logan, "always go in force to make an
arrest--never alone unless necessary." The Hon. Sam moved his head up
and down in hearty approval.

"Why is that?" asked Hale.

"To save bloodshed," he said. "These fellows we will have to deal with
have a pride that is morbid. A mountaineer doesn't like to go home and
have to say that one man put him in the calaboose--but he doesn't mind
telling that it took several to arrest him. Moreover, he will give in
to two or three men, when he would look on the coming of one man as a
personal issue and to be met as such."

Hale nodded.

"Oh, there'll be plenty of chances," Logan added with a smile, "for
everyone to go it alone." Again the Hon. Sam nodded grimly. It was
plain to him that they would have all they could do, but no one of them
dreamed of the far-reaching effect that night's work would bring.

They were the vanguard of civilization--"crusaders of the nineteenth
century against the benighted of the Middle Ages," said the Hon. Sam,
and when Logan and Macfarlan left, he lingered and lit his pipe.

"The trouble will be," he said slowly, "that they won't understand our
purpose or our methods. They will look on us as a lot of meddlesome
'furriners' who have come in to run their country as we please, when
they have been running it as they please for more than a hundred years.
You see, you mustn't judge them by the standards of to-day--you must
go back to the standards of the Revolution. Practically, they are the
pioneers of that day and hardly a bit have they advanced. They are
our contemporary ancestors." And then the Hon. Sam, having dropped his
vernacular, lounged ponderously into what he was pleased to call his
anthropological drool.

"You see, mountains isolate people and the effect of isolation on
human life is to crystallize it. Those people over the line have had
no navigable rivers, no lakes, no wagon roads, except often the beds of
streams. They have been cut off from all communication with the outside
world. They are a perfect example of an arrested civilization and they
are the closest link we have wi