"
"But you're hurt. Madam," began Carlisle. "How is that? Have you
also been attacked by these ruffians? I did not dream Dunwody was
actually so much a ruffian."
"Madam," said Dunwody slowly turning to her, "I can't exchange
words now. There has been an encounter, as I said. There have
been men killed, and some of us have been hurt. The northern
abolitionists have made their first attack on southern soil. This
gentleman is an army officer. I'm a United States marshal, and as
a prisoner he's safe in talking. He has come here on his own moral
initiative, in the interest of what you call freedom. You two
should be friends once more. But would you mind helping me make
these people comfortable as we can?"
"You are hurt, yourself, then!" she said, turning toward him,
seeing him wince as he started up the step.
"No;" he said curtly, "it's nothing."
"That girl yonder--ah! she has been whipped! My God in Heaven.
What is to be next, in this wilderness! Is there indeed here no
law, no justice?"
The deep voice of the German, Kammerer, broke in.
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