ight's confidence.

The case on the docket, one that had interested Creed deeply, being the
curious matter of a mountain creek which in the spring storms had changed
its direction, scoured off a good field and flung it to the opposite side
of the road, thus giving it to a new owner, dragged wearily. Who cared
about the question of a few rods of mountain land, even if it had raised
good tobacco, when the slayer of one of the bullies of the neighbourhood
sat before them--a man who had not only killed his victim but had, within
fifteen minutes, hidden all traces of the body--and the opening of a new
feud was taking place before their eyes?

At noon Creed, in despair, adjourned his court, setting a new date for
trial, explaining that this Turrentine matter ought to be looked into,
and he believed it was not a proper day for him to be otherwise engaged.
Then he sought old Tubal Kittridge.

"There's something I want you to do for me," he said.

"Shore--shore; anything in the world," Kittridge agreed eagerly.

"Aunt Nancy won't hear of my going over to the Turrentines'," hesitated
Creed. "I looked for them to be here--some of them--long before this."

"Huh-uh; ah, Law, no--they won't come in the daytime," smiled Kittridge.

Creed looked annoyed.

"They will be welcome, whenever they come," he asserted. "What I want you
to do is to go to Jephthah Turrentine and say to him that I thought I
ought to go over, and that I'll do so now if he wants me to--or I'll meet
him here at the office, or anywhere he says."

"Huh-uh--uh!" Old Tubal shook his head, his eyes closed in quite an
ecstasy of negation. "You cain't git Jep Turrentine in the trap as easy
as all that," he said half contemptuously. "Why, he'd know what you was
at a leetle too quick."

Bonbright looked helpless indignation for a moment, then thought better
of it and repeated:

"I want you to go and tell him that I'm right here, ready to answer for
anything I've done, and that I would like to talk to him about it. Will
you do it?"

"Oh,--all right," agreed Kittridge in an offended tone. "There's plenty
would stand by ye; there's plenty that would like to see the Turrentines
run out of the country; but if ye want to fix it some new-fangled way I
reckon you'll have to." And to himself he muttered as he took the road
homeward, "I say go to the Turrentines with sech word at that! That boy
must think I'm as big a fool as he is."

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