“Yes, perfectly.”
“Have you no feeling for your father and mother’s sufferings?”
“Leave my father and mother out of the question, please.”
“I can’t. I know you’re not a coward, Frank; but you’re like a stupid, stubborn blood-horse that wants the whip or spur to make him go. When he does begin, there’s no holding him.”
“Then don’t you begin to use whip or spur, Drew, in case.”
“But I will. I must now. It is for your good. I’m not going to stand by and see you and your mother crushed in the toppling-down ruins of this falling house. Do you hear me? The time has come, and we want every one of our friends, young and old, to strike a good bold blow for liberty.”
“Let your friends be as mad as they like,” said Frank angrily. “I’m not going to stand by either and see Drew Forbes go to destruction.”
“Bah!—to victory. There, no more arguing. You are one of us, and you must come out of your shell now, and take your place.”
“I’m not one of you,” said Frank sturdily, and too warm now to think of the danger of speaking aloud; “I was tricked into saying something or joining in while others said it, and I am not a Jacobite, and I never will be!”
“I tell you that you are one.”