The article went on to give the facts of the case, and many more supposed facts, which had originated entirely in the mind of the correspondent.  Among these facts was the intelligence that some strange negroes had been seen lurking in the vicinity the day before the catastrophe and that a party of citizens and farmers were scouring the surrounding country in search of them.  “They would, if caught,” concluded the correspondent, “be summarily dealt with.”

Notwithstanding the utter falsity of these statements, it did not take long for the latter part of the article to become a prophecy fulfilled, and soon, excited, inflamed and misguided parties of men and boys were scouring the woods and roads in search of strange “niggers.”  Nor was it long, before one of the parties raised the cry that they had found the culprits.  They had come upon two strange negroes going through the woods, who seeing a band of mounted and armed men, had instantly taken to their heels.  This one act had accused, tried and convicted them.

The different divisions of the searching party came together, and led the negroes with ropes around their necks into the centre of the village.  Excited crowds on the one or two streets which the hamlet boasted, cried “Lynch ’em, lynch ’em!  Hang the niggers up to the first tree!”

Jane Hunster was in one of the groups, as the shivering negroes passed, and she turned very pale even under the sunburn that browned her face.

The law-abiding citizens of Barlow County, who composed the capturing party, were deaf to the admonitions of the crowd.  They filed solemnly up the street, and delivered their prisoners to the keeper of the jail, sheriff, by courtesy, and scamp by the seal of Satan; and then quietly dispersed.  There was something ominous in their very orderliness.

Late that afternoon, the man who did duty as prosecuting attorney for that county, visited the prisoners at the jail, and drew from them the story that they were farm-laborers from an adjoining county.  They had come over only the day before, and were passing through on the quest for work; the bad weather and the lateness of the season having thrown them out at home.

“Uh, huh,” said the prosecuting attorney at the conclusion of the tale, “your story’s all right, but the only trouble is that it won’t do here.  They won’t believe you.  Now, I’m a friend to niggers as much as any white man can be, if they’ll only be friends to themselves, an’ I want to help you two all I can.  There’s only one way out of this trouble.  You must confess that you did this.”

“But Mistah,” said the bolder of the two negroes, “how kin we ’fess, when we wasn’ nowhahs nigh de place?”

“Now there you go with regular nigger stubbornness; didn’t I tell you that that was the only way out of this?  If you persist in saying you didn’t do it, they’ll hang you; whereas, if you own, you’ll only get a couple of years in the ‘pen.’  Which ‘ud you rather have, a couple o’ years to work out, or your necks stretched?”