"Monsieur,"
said he, "I have ridden down from the hills. There is trouble. In
the neighborhood are some who are angry because their negroes have
disappear'. They accuse Monsieur Dunwodee of being the cause, and
say that he is traitor, a turncoat. This very night a band are
said to plan an attack upon the house of monsieur! I have met
above there Monsieur Clayton, Monsieur Bill Jones, Monsieur le
Docteur Jamieson, and others, who ride to the assistance of
Monsieur Dunwodee. It is this very night, and I--there being no
other to come--have come to advise. Believing that monsieur might
desire to carry with him certain friends, I have brought the large
carriage. It is here!"
"Thank God!" said Dunwody, "they don't vote with me, but they ride
with me still--they're my neighbors, my friends, even yet!
"Hector," he exclaimed suddenly,--"come here!" Then, as they both
listened, he went on: "Tell the people there can not be a meeting,
after all. I am going back to my house, to see what is on up
yonder.
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