Uncle Abner
his chair, but he did not speak. The confession overwhelmed him.
The old man stood up, and the voice in his time-shaken body was Homeric:
"Ho! Ho!" he cried. "And so you thought I would be afraid, Randolph, and dodge about like your little men, shaken and overcome by fear." And he huddled in his shawl with a dramatic gesture.
"Fear!" And his laugh burst out again in a high staccato. "Even the devils in Abner's Christian hell lack that! I shot the creature, Randolph! Do you hear the awful words? And do you tremble for me, lest I hang and go to Abner's hell?"
The mock terror in the old man's voice and manner was compelling drama. He indicated the pistol on the chair arm.
"Yes," he said, "it is mine. Abner should have known it by the Mansfield arms."
"I did know it," replied my uncle.
The old man looked at the Justice with a queer ironical smile; then he went into the house.
"Await me, Randolph," he said. "I would produce the evidence and make out your case."
And prodded by the words, Randolph cursed bitterly.
"By the Eternal," he cried, "I am as little afraid as any of God's creatures, but the man confounds me!"
And he spoke the truth. He was a justice of the peace in Virginia when only gentlemen could hold
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