She remembered, too, now, what the deep voice was saying as
she came into the door:
"There must be deliberation, a malicious purpose proven to make
the prisoner's crime a capital offence--I admit that, of course,
your Honour. Very well, we propose to prove that now," and then
she had heard her name called. The proof that was to send Rufe
Tolliver to the scaffold was to come from her--that was why she
was there. Her lips opened and Rufe's eyes, like a snake's, caught
her own again and held them.
"He said he was going over to the Gap--"
There was a commotion at the door, again the crowd parted, and in
towered giant Judd Tolliver, pushing people aside as though they
were straws, his bushy hair wild and his great frame shaking from
head to foot with rage.
"You went to my house," he rumbled hoarsely--glaring at Hale--"an'
took my gal thar when I wasn't at home--you--"
"Order in the Court," said the Judge sternly, but already at a
signal from Hale several guards were pushing through the crowd and
old Judd saw them coming and saw the Falins about him and the
Winchesters at the port-holes, and he stopped with a hard gulp and
stood looking at June.
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