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"Good Lord," Horace said. "Someone mistook him for a Mississippi man on the<br />
dance floor."<br />
"I think, if I were you--" Narcissa said. After a moment she said: "How much<br />
longer is this going to last, Horace?"<br />
"Not any longer than I can help. If you know of any way in which I can get him<br />
out of that jail by tomorrow."<br />
"There's only one way," she said. She looked at him for a moment. Then she<br />
turned toward the door. "Which way did Bory go? Dinner'll be ready soon." She went<br />
out.<br />
"And you know what that way is," Miss Jenny said. "If you aint got any<br />
backbone."<br />
"I'll know whether or not I have any backbone when you tell me what the other<br />
way is."<br />
"Go back to Belle," Miss Jenny said. "Go back home."<br />
The negro murderer was to be hung on a Saturday without pomp, buried without<br />
circumstance: one night he would be singing at the barred window and yelling down out<br />
of the soft myriad darkness of a May night; the next night he would be gone, leaving the<br />
window for Goodwin. Goodwin had been bound over for the June term of court, without<br />
bail. But still he would not agree to let Horace divulge Popeye's presence at the scene of<br />
the murder.<br />
"I'll tell you, they've got nothing on me," Goodwin said.<br />
"How do you know they haven't?" Horace said.<br />
"Well, no matter what they think they have on me, I stand a chance in court. But<br />
just let it get to Memphis that I said he was anywhere around there, what chance do you<br />
think I'd have to get back to this cell after I testified?"<br />
"You've got the law, justice, civilization."<br />
"Sure, if I spend the rest of my life squatting in that corner yonder. Come here."<br />
He led Horace to the window. "There are five windows in that hotel yonder that look into<br />
this one. And I've seen him light matches with a pistol at twenty feet. Why, damn it all,<br />
I'd never get back here from the courtroom the day I testified that."<br />
"But there's such a thing as obstruct--"<br />
"Obstructing damnation. Let him prove I did it. Tommy was found in the barn,<br />
shot from behind. Let them find the pistol. I was there, waiting. . . I try to run. I could<br />
have, but I didn't. It was me notified the sheriff. Of course my being there alone except<br />
for her and Pap looked bad. If it was a stall, dont <strong>com</strong>mon sense tell you I'd have<br />
invented a better one?"<br />
"You're not being tried by <strong>com</strong>mon sense," Horace said. "You're being tried by a<br />
jury."<br />
"Then let them make the best of it. That's all they'll get. The dead man is in the<br />
barn, hadn't been touched; me and my wife and child and Pap in the house; nothing in the<br />
house touched; me the one that sent for the sheriff. No, no; I know I run a chance this<br />
way, but let me just open my head about that fellow, and there's no chance to it. I know<br />
what I'll get."<br />
"But you heard the shot," Horace said. "You have already told that."