They had their foolish regalia on, as all the rest had,--there was plenty of lightning to see.
The two in the road were simply standing there in the rain, looking at me through the eye-holes in their hoods.

I knew there were others--plenty--but I thought they were coming from behind me--the west.
"I wanted to get home--the court-house yard was good enough for me--so I started east, toward town.

I passed the two gentlemen; and one fell down as I went by him, but the other fired a shot as a signal, and I got his hood off his face for it--I stopped long enough--and it was Force Johnson.

I know him well.

Then I ran, and they followed.