angel. In a firm voice he pleaded with his companions
not to redden their hands with a fellow creature's blood.

However, some resisted his plea. One planter cried: "You saved his
worthless life once before and said the law would punish him. How has
he been punished! By shooting down some of our best neighbors. I say a
bullet ought to let daylight through his onery carcass, and I'll be the
one to fire it." With this remark he raised his gun to his shoulder and
pulled the trigger; but before the weapon went off Jasper knocked the
barrel up in the air, and the lead went flying among the leaves.

"Man, that was a reckless and cowardly act," expostulated Very. "It is
true Wiles escaped from prison, but he will not do so again. He will be
more closely guarded, and if he is found guilty of murder, will be
properly punished." Then, turning to Wiles, he said: "You see, Wiles,
resistance is useless, and by showing it you will throw your life away.
Surely you are not ready for death, and I beseech you to lay down your
rifle and submit to be made a prisoner."

Life is sweet, even to ruffians at bay, and Wiles, changing his
decision, made with Turner not to be taken alive, said: "If you fellers
will not hurt me, I'll put myself in yer hands." The crowd consenting,
Jasper Very promised that no harm should be done him, and then Wiles
threw down his weapon and a constable placed handcuffs upon him.

In the fighting Wiles and Turner had become separated more than a
hundred feet, so that the crowd which arrested Wiles did not know of
the tragedy by the other tree. When they came up with their prisoner,
they saw the two men lying in the shade of an oak. Some one had thrown
a coat over Turner's body.

When Jasper Very looked upon Long Tom, he knew that death was near. His
eyes were becoming glassy and his sallow cheeks were of an ashen hue.
That mysterious shadow thrown by the wings of the approaching death
angel settled on his face. John Larkin was kneeling over him, trying to
administer what ease and comfort he could. He was suffering great pain,
but he bore it with utmost patience. Jasper Very was greatly moved at
the sight. Kneeling by his side, he took his knotted and powerful hand
in one of his and rubbed it gently with the other. Tears came to his
eyes as he saw this rough but reclaimed moonshiner in his last agony.

The sufferer spoke, and his naturally slow speech was slower still;
"Good-by, cumrades, I'm goin' home. Long