Uncle Abner
"I object," said Abner, "because Campbell has sent Eliott on the wrong path!"
"The wrong path!" cried the woman.
"Aye," said Abner, "on the wrong path. There is a path which the vulture's eye hath not seen, Job tells us. But the path Campbell sent Eliott on, the vulture did see."
He advanced with great strides into the room.
"Campbell," he cried, "before I left your accursed pasture, I saw a buzzard descend into the forest beyond your logheap. I went in, and there, shot through the heart, was the naked body of Allen Eliott. Your log heap, Campbell, was to burn the quilt and the dead man's clothes. You trusted to the vultures, for the rest, and the vultures, Campbel, over-reached you."
My uncle's voice rose and deepened.
"I sent word to my brother Rufus to raise a posse comitatus and bring it to Maxwell's Tavern. Then I rode in here to rest and to feed my horse. I found you, Campbell, on the second line of your hell-planned venture!
"I got Mrs. Eliott to send for Rufus to be a witness with me to your accursed marriage. And I undertook to delay it until he came."
He raised his great arm, the clenched bronze fingers big like the coupling pins of a cart.
"I would have stopped it with my own hand," he said, "but I wanted the men of the Hills to hang you. . . . And they are here."
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