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"Jerry," said the general, "step across to Brown's and tell him to send me three Calhoun cocktails. Wait for them, here's the money." "Yas, suh," replied Jerry, taking the proffered coin. "And make has'e, charcoal," added McBane, "for we're gettin' damn dry." A momentary cloud of annoyance darkened Carteret's brow. McBane had always grated upon his aristocratic susceptibilities.
The captain had not suffered by Delamere's deviation from the straight line of honor, for while Tom was as clever with the cards as might be expected of a young man who had devoted most of his leisure for several years to handling them, McBane was past master in their manipulation. During a stormy career he had touched more or less pitch, and had escaped few sorts of defilement.
He's spending money in the community too, and contributes to its prosperity." "That sort of nigger, though, sets a bad example," retorted McBane. "They make it all the harder to keep the rest of 'em down." "'One swallow does not make a summer," quoted the general. "When we get things arranged, there'll be no trouble.
He had addressed the young aristocrat first as "Mr. Delamere," then, as their acquaintance advanced, as "Delamere." He had now reached the abbreviated Christian name stage of familiarity. There was no lower depth to which Tom could sink, unless McBane should invent a nickname by which to address him.
Captain McBane was the only one of the revolutionary committee who had remained with the mob, not with any purpose to restore or preserve order, but because he found the company and the occasion entirely congenial.
"You niggers," called Captain McBane loudly, it was that worthy, "you niggers are courtin' death, an' you won't have to court her but a minute er two mo' befo' she'll have you. If you surrender and give up your arms, you'll be dealt with leniently, you may get off with the chain-gang or the penitentiary. If you resist, you'll be shot like dogs." "Dat's no news, Mr.
When Delamere, flushed with excitement and wine, rose from the gaming table at two o'clock, he was vaguely conscious that he owed McBane a considerable sum, but could not have stated how much. His opponent, who was entirely cool and collected, ran his eye carelessly over the bits of paper to which Delamere had attached his signature. "Just one thousand dollars even," he remarked.
There's that yellow lawyer, Watson. He's altogether too mouthy, and has too much business. Every nigger that gets into trouble sends for Watson, and white lawyers, with families to support and social positions to keep up, are deprived of their legitimate source of income." "There's that damn nigger real estate agent," blurted out McBane.
He gives more time to both than a young man can afford. I'm speaking in his interest and in Miss Clara's, we of the old families ought to stand together." "Thank you, general, for the hint. I'll act upon it." This political conference was fruitful in results. Acting upon the plans there laid out, McBane traveled extensively through the state, working up sentiment in favor of the new movement.
Moreover, it was clearly a vulgar, cold-blooded attempt on McBane's part to use his power over him for a personal advantage. "Well, now, Captain McBane," returned Delamere diplomatically, "I've never put any one up yet, and it's not regarded as good form for so young a member as myself to propose candidates. I'd much rather you'd ask some older man."
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