He is the ablest lawyer in southwest Georgia and the brightest son of Watson County." The doctor looks kind of lazy and Bill Harden, and back agin at Will, the chairman, and smiles out of the corner of his mouth.

Then he says, sort of taking in the rest of the crowd with his remark, like them two standing there paying each other compliments wasn't nothing but a joke: "I hope neither of you will take it too much to heart if I'm not impressed by your sense of justice--or your friend's ability." "Then," said Will, "I take it that you intend to act as your own counsel ?" "You may take it," says the doctor, rousing of himself up, "you may take it--from me--that I refuse to recognize you and your crowd as a court of any kind; that I know nothing of the silly accusations against me; that I find no reason at all why I should take the trouble of making a defence before an armed mob that can only mean one of two things." "One of two things ?" says Will.
"Yes," says the doctor, very quiet, but raising his voice a little and looking him hard in the eyes.

"You and your gang can mean only one of two things.

Either a bad joke, or else--" And he stopped a second, leaning forward in his chair, with the look of half raising out of it, so as to bring out the word very decided-- "MURDER!" The way he done it left that there word hanging in the room, so you could almost see it and almost feel it there, like it was a thing that had to be faced and looked at and took into account.

They all felt it that-a-way, too; fur they wasn't a sound fur a minute.