James Stanger is an old man. He is respected in the township and
the district. His paper stands for all that is solid in the
valley. If that man is struck down, there will be a stir through
this state that will only end with our destruction."
"And how would they bring about our destruction, Mr. Standback?"
cried McGinty. "Is it by the police? Sure, half of them are in
our pay and half of them afraid of us. Or is it by the law
courts and the judge? Haven't we tried that before now, and what
ever came of it?"
"There is a Judge Lynch that might try the case," said Brother
Morris.
A general shout of anger greeted the suggestion.
"I have but to raise my finger," cried McGinty, "and I could put
two hundred men into this town that would clear it out from end
to end." Then suddenly raising his voice and bending his huge
black brows into a terrible frown, "See here, Brother Morris, I
have my eye on you, and have had for some time! You've no heart
yourself, and you try to take the heart out of others. It will
be an ill day for you, Brother Morris, when your own name comes
on our agenda paper, and I'm thinking that it's just there that I
ought to place it.
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