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There
is
a
group
of
men
in
uniform
,
seen
in
excited
consultation
.
They
are
the
officers
of
the
Fort
,
with
the
commandant
in
their
midst
.
Only
for
a
score
of
seconds
does
their
council
continue
.
It
ends
with
the
braying
of
a
bugle
.
It
is
a
signal
sounded
by
command
of
the
major
.
Almost
at
the
same
instant
a
troop
of
two-score
dragoons
,
with
a
like
number
of
mounted
riflemen
,
is
seen
filing
out
from
the
stockade
enclosure
that
extends
rearward
from
the
Fort
.
Having
cleared
the
gateway
,
they
advance
over
the
open
ground
in
the
direction
of
the
live-oak
.
Silently
,
and
as
though
acting
under
an
instinct
,
they
deploy
into
an
alignment
--
forming
three
sides
of
a
square
,
that
partially
encloses
the
Court
!
The
crowd
has
ceased
its
clamouring
;
and
stands
gazing
at
a
spectacle
,
which
might
be
taken
for
a
coup
de
théâtre
.
It
produces
not
only
silence
,
but
submission
:
for
plainly
do
they
perceive
its
design
,
and
that
the
movement
is
a
precautionary
measure
due
to
the
skill
of
the
commanding
officer
of
the
post
.
Equally
plain
is
it
,
that
the
presidency
of
Justice
Lynch
is
no
longer
possible
;
and
that
the
law
of
the
land
is
once
more
in
the
ascendant
.
Without
further
opposition
Judge
Roberts
is
permitted
to
resume
his
functions
,
so
rudely
interrupted
.
"
Fellow
citizens
!
"
he
cries
,
with
a
glance
towards
his
auditory
,
now
more
reproachful
than
appealing
,
"
the
law
is
bound
to
take
its
course
--
just
the
same
in
Texas
as
in
the
States
.
I
need
not
tell
you
that
,
since
most
of
you
,
I
reckon
,
have
seen
corn
growing
on
the
other
side
of
the
Mississippi
.
Well
,
taking
this
for
granted
,
you
would
n't
hang
a
man
without
first
hearing
what
he
's
got
to
say
for
himself
?
That
would
neither
be
law
,
nor
justice
,
but
downright
murder
!
"
