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Zeb
's
speech
is
followed
by
a
profound
silence
.
The
people
keep
their
places
--
partly
from
the
danger
of
accepting
his
challenge
,
and
partly
from
the
respect
due
to
his
courage
and
generosity
.
Also
,
because
there
is
still
some
doubt
in
the
minds
of
the
Regulators
,
both
as
to
the
expediency
,
and
fairness
,
of
the
course
which
Calhoun
is
inciting
them
to
take
.
With
a
quick
instinct
the
old
hunter
perceives
the
advantage
he
has
gained
,
and
presses
it
.
"
Gie
the
young
fellur
a
fair
trial
,
"
urges
he
.
"
Let
's
take
him
to
the
settlement
,
an
hev
'
him
tried
thur
.
Ye
've
got
no
clur
proof
,
that
he
's
had
any
hand
in
the
black
bizness
;
and
durn
me
!
if
I
'd
believe
it
unless
I
seed
it
wi
'
my
own
eyes
.
I
know
how
he
feeled
torst
young
Peintdexter
.
Instead
o
'
bein
'
his
enemy
,
thur
aint
a
man
on
this
ground
hed
more
o
'
a
likin
'
for
him
--
tho
'
he
did
hev
a
bit
o
'
shindy
wi
'
his
precious
cousin
thur
.
"
"
You
are
perhaps
not
aware
,
Mr
Stump
,
"
rejoins
the
Regulator
Chief
,
in
a
calm
voice
,
"
of
what
we
've
just
been
hearing
?
"
"
What
hev
ye
been
hearin
'
?
"
"
Evidence
to
the
contrary
of
what
you
assert
.
We
have
proof
,
not
only
that
there
was
bad
blood
between
Gerald
and
young
Poindexter
,
but
that
a
quarrel
took
place
on
the
very
night
--
"
"
Who
sez
thet
,
Sam
Manly
?
"
"
I
say
it
,
"
answers
Calhoun
,
stepping
a
little
forward
,
so
as
to
be
seen
by
Stump
.
"
O
,
you
it
air
,
Mister
Cash
Calhoun
!
You
know
thur
war
bad
blood
atween
'em
?
You
seed
the
quarrel
ye
speak
o
'
?
"
