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LAW AT BALAAM'S CROSS-ROADS.
But Mr.Yancy was only at the beginning of his trouble.

Three days later there appeared on the borders of Scratch Hill a lank gentleman armed with a rifle, while the butts of two pistols protruded from the depths of his capacious coat pockets.

He made his presence known by whooping from the edge of the branch, and his whoops shaped themselves into the name of Yancy.

It was Charley Balaam, old Squire Balaam's nephew.