Now Willie called,
“Choose again for another square, if you can.”
The dancers scrambled to their feet and new dancers plunged forward for partners.
Tom stood near the three young men.
He saw them force their way through, out on the floor, toward one of the forming squares.
He waved his hand at Willie, and Willie spoke to the fiddler.
The fiddler squawked his bow across the strings.
Twenty young men lounged slowly across the floor.
The three reached the square.
And one of them said,
“I’ll dance with this here.”
A blond boy looked up in astonishment.
“She’s my partner.”
“Listen, you little son-of-a-bitch——”
Off in the darkness a shrill whistle sounded.
The three were walled in now.
And each one felt the grip of hands.
And then the wall of men moved slowly off the platform.
Willie yelped,
“Le’s go!” The music shrilled out, the caller intoned the figures, the feet thudded on the platform.
A touring car drove to the entrance.
The driver called,
“Open up.
We hear you got a riot.”
The guard kept his position.
“We got no riot.
Listen to that music.
Who are you?”
“Deputy sheriffs.”
“Got a warrant?”
“We don’t need a warrant if there’s a riot.”
“Well, we got no riots here,” said the gate guard.
The men in the car listened to the music and the sound of the caller, and then the car pulled slowly away and parked in a crossroad and waited.
In the moving squad each of the three young men was pinioned, and a hand was over each mouth.
When they reached the darkness the group opened up.
Tom said,
“That sure was did nice.” He held both arms of his victim from behind.
Willie ran over to them from the dance floor.
“Nice work,” he said. “On’y need six now.
Huston wants to see these here fellers.”
Huston himself emerged from the darkness.
“These the ones?”
“Sure,” said Jule. “Went right up an’ started it.
But they didn’ even swing once.”
“Let’s look at ’em.” The prisoners were swung around to face him.
Their heads were down.
Huston put a flashlight beam in each sullen face.
“What did you wanta do it for?” he asked.
There was no answer. “Who the hell tol’ you to do it?”
“Goddarn it, we didn’ do nothing.