Beauregard, he says, belongs to them riders too; they have friends in all the towns that watches the lay of the land fur them, he says.
I made a long half-circle around them burning buildings, keeping in the dark, fur people was coming out in bunches, now that it was all over with, watching them fires burning, and talking excited, and saying the riders should be follered--only not follering.
I found the house Bud meant, and they was a light in the second-story window.

I rattled on the gate.

A dog barked somewheres near, but I hearn his chain jangle and knowed he was fast, and I rattled on the gate agin.
The light moved away from the window.

Then another front window opened quiet, and a voice says: "Doctor, is that yo' back agin ?" "No," I says, "I ain't a doctor." "Stay where you are, then.

_I_ GOT YOU COVERED." "I am staying," I says, "don't shoot." "Who are yo' ?" "A feller," I says, kind of sensing his gun through the darkness as I spoke, "who has found your OLD DEAD HOSS in the road." He didn't answer fur several minutes.