They had the courage of their triumph through Dylks"s failure to work the miracle he had promised, and then his failure to show himself in the Temple; but they pushed on with no definite purpose except perhaps to break up some meeting of his followers, when one of the Hounds, yelping and baying in acceptance of their nickname, broke upon them from the woods they were pa.s.sing with word that they had found Dylks in Enraghty"s house, where the believers were already gathering.

"We"ve treed him," he said, "The whole pack"s round the place, and there"s no limb in reach for him to jump to. I reckon it"ll be the best c.o.o.n hunt we"ve ever had in Leatherwood, yit."

Redfield put himself in touch rather than in sight amidst the darkness which the disembodied voices broke upon. "Enraghty"s house? Then we"ve got him. Come on!"

The women of the unbelievers had fallen behind and finally gone home, but all the believers, the women as well as the men, had followed their apostle, and now their voices, in praying and singing, came from the house still hidden by a strip of woodland. In the bewilderment which had fallen upon David Gillespie amid the tumultuous rush from the Temple, he had been parted from his daughter; now he fumbled forward on the feet of an old man, and found himself beside Redfield. "I want you to let me at him first, Jim. I just want one hair of his head."

"Why, don"t you know it"s death to touch him?" Redfield jeered.

"I know that," Gillespie a.s.sented in the same mood. "But I"ll risk dying for that one hair."

"What do you want with one hair? I"ll get you a handful," Redfield said.

"One"ll do to work the miracle I"m after."

"What miracle? None o" your seamless raiment, is it?"

"It"s bringing a crazy girl to her senses. She"s said if I fetched her a single hair of his she"d renounce him."

"Oh!" Redfield said with respectful understanding. Then he added, "I"ll get you the hair."

The unbelievers crowded to the house in the light from the uncurtained windows. One of them stood tiptoe peering in while the others waited.

"It"s chuck full," he reported. "No room for sinners, I reckon."

"Oh, if Dylks is in there he"ll work one of his miracles and _make_ room," another of the Hounds answered. Redfield stood trying the door.

"Locked? Hammer on it! Break it in! Here! Give him a shoulder!"

The mob surged forward, laughing and shouting, and crushed Redfield against the door. The panel cracked and groaned; Redfield called to the crowd to hold back, but suddenly the door opened, and the fanatical face of Enraghty showed itself above Redfield"s back.

"What do you want?" he demanded. "This is the Lord"s house."

"Then it"s as much ourn as what it is yourn," some one shouted back.

"We want to see the Lord," another called. "Just one look, just one lick."

The old schoolmaster lost his self-control. "There are some of you out there that I"ve licked before now for your mischief."

"Yes, we know that," came back. "You didn"t lick us enough. We"d like to have you give us some more."

The hindmost of the Hounds surged against those in front, and the whole mob fell forward upon Redfield; he staggered over the threshold to save himself, and struck Enraghty backward in his helpless plunge.

"Oh, look out there," the nearest of the mob called back. "Your"re hurtin" Mr. Enraghty!"

"Well, we don"t want to hurt old Saint Paul!" a mocker returned; but they pressed on wilfully, helplessly; they pushed those in front, who might have held back, and filled the entry-way and the rooms beyond. In a circle of his worshipers, kneeling at his feet, stood Dylks, while they hailed him as their G.o.d and entreated his mercy. At the scramble behind them, they sprang up and stood dazed, confronting their enemies.

"We want Dylks! We want the Good Old Man! We want the Lion of Judah! Out of the way, Little Flock!" came in many voices; but when the worshipers yielded, Dylks had vanished.

A moment of awe spread to their adversaries, but in another moment the riot began again. The unbelievers caught the spirit of the worse among them and stormed through the house, searching it everywhere, from the cellar to the garret. A yell rose from them when they found Dylks half way up the chimney of the kitchen. His captors pulled him forward into the light, and held him cowering under the cries of "Kill him!" "Tie him to a tree and whip him!" "Tar and feather him!" "Ride him on a rail!"

"No, don"t hurt him!" Redfield commanded. "Take him to a justice of the peace and try him."

"Yes," the leader of the Hounds a.s.sented. "Take him to Squire Braile.

He"ll settle with him."

The Little Flock rallied to the rescue, and some of the herd joined them.

As an independent neutral, Abel Reverdy, whom his wife stirred to action, caught up a stool and joined the defenders.

"Why, you fool," a leader of the Hounds derided him amiably, "what you want to do with that stool? If the Almighty can"t help himself, you think _you"re_ goin" to help him?"

Abel was daunted by the reasoning, and even Sally stayed her war cries.

"Well, I guess there"s sumpin" _in_ that," Abel a.s.sented, and he lowered his weapon.

The incident distracted his captors and Dylks broke from them, and ran into the yard before the house. He was covered with soot and dust and his clothes were torn; his coat was stripped in tatters, and his long hair hung loose over it.

His prophecies of doom to those who should lay hands upon him had been falsified, but to the literal sense of David Gillespie he had not yet been sufficiently proved an impostor: till he should bring his daughter a strand of the hair which Dylks had proclaimed it death to touch, she would believe in him, and David followed in the crowd straining forward to reach Redfield, who with one of his friends had Dylks under his protection. The old man threw himself upon Dylks and caught a thick strand of his hair, dragging him backward by it. Redfield looked round. He said, "You want that, do you? Well, I promised." He tore it from the scalp, and gave it into David"s hand, and David walked back with it into the house where his daughter remained with the wailing and sobbing women-worshipers of the desecrated idol.

He flung the lock at her feet. "There"s the hair that it was death to touch." She did not speak; she only looked at it with horror.

"Don"t you believe it"s his?" her father roared.

"Yes, yes! I know it"s his; and now let"s go home and pray for him, and for _you_, father. We"ve both got the same G.o.d, now."

A bitter retort came to the old man"s lips, but the abhorrent look of his daughter stayed his words, and they went into the night together, while the noise of the mob stormed back to them through the darkness, farther and farther away.

XIV

The captors of Dylks chose the Temple as the best place for keeping him till morning, when they could take him for trial to Matthew Braile; but they had probably no sense of the place where he had insolently triumphed so often as the fittest scene of his humiliation. They stumbled in a loose mob behind and before and beside him through the dim night, and tried to pa.s.s Redfield"s guard to strike him with their hands or the sticks which they tore from the wayside bushes. At a little distance, a straggling troop of the believers followed, men and women, wailing and sobbing, and adoring and comforting their idol with promises of fealty, in terms of pathetic grotesqueness. A well-known voice called to him, "Don"t you be afraid, G.o.d Almighty! They can"t hurt a hair of your head," and the burst of savage mirth which followed Sally Reverdy"s words, drowned the retort of a scoffer, "Why, there ain"t hardly any left _to_ hurt, Sally."

The noise of the talking and laughing and the formless progress of the mob hushed the nearer night voices of the fields and woods; but from a distance the shuddering cry of a screech-owl could be heard; and the melancholy call of a killdee in a pasture beside the creek. The people, friends and foes together, made their way unlighted except by the tin lantern which some one had caught from where it stood on Enraghty"s gate-post.

With this one of the unbelievers took his stand at the door of the Temple after Redfield had pa.s.sed in with his prisoner, and lifted it successively to the faces of those trying to enter. He allowed some and refused others, according as they were of those who denied or confessed Dylks, and a Hound at his elbow explained, "Don"t want any but goats in here, to-night."

The common parlance was saturated with scriptural phrase, and the gross mockery would have been taken seriously if the speaker had not been so notoriously irreverent. As it was the words won him applause which Redfield and his friends were not able to quell. The joke was caught up and tossed back and forth; the Little Flock outside raised their hymn, the scoffers within joined in derision, and carried the hymn through to the end.

Dylks sat shrunken on the bench below the pulpit, his head fallen forward and his face hidden. Redfield and one of his friends sat on either side, and others tried to save him from those who from time to time pushed forward to strike him. They could not save him from the insults which broke again and again upon the silence; when Redfield rose and appealed to the people to leave the man to the law, they came back at him with shrieks and yells.

"Did the law keep my family from bein" broke up by this devil? My wife left me and my own brother won"t speak to me because I wouldn"t say he was my Savior and my G.o.d."

"I"m an old woman, and I lived with my son, but my son has quit me to starve, for all he cares, because I believe in the G.o.d of Jacob and he believes in this snorting, two-legged horse."

"My sister won"t live with me, because I won"t fall down and worship her Golden Calf."

"He"s spread death and destruction in my family. My daughters won"t look at me, and my two sons fought till they were all blood, about him."