Chapter 1. The Homecoming Of Dieudonne Lane
_ CHAPTER I. THE HOMECOMING OF DIEUDONNE LANE
"Eejit! My son John! Whip ary man in Jackson County! Whoop! Come along! Who‘ll fight old Eph Adamson?"
The populace of Spring Valley, largely assembled in the shade of the awnings which served as shelter against an ardent June sun, remained cold to the foregoing challenge. It had been repeated more than once by a stout, middle-aged man in shirt sleeves and a bent straw hat, who still turned a truculent gaze this side and that, taking in the straggling buildings which lined the public square--a quadrangle which had for its center the brick courthouse, surrounded by a plat of scorched and faded greensward. At his side walked a taller though younger man, grinning amiably.
The audience remained indifferent, although the challenger now shifted his position to the next path leading out to a street entrance； and repeated this until he had quite traversed the square. Only, at the farther corne

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