Newton.—“I’ve got no right to go for Rives, and I’m not going.”
Robert B.—“Well you’ll be a dead man, and you’ll wish you had gone.”
Newton.—“I am but one man.”
Gen. B. (with oaths and sneers of contempt).—“Sitting down there with your feet cocked up!”
Newton.—“Well, General, I’m not dead; but if you’re going to kill me, why kill me; and that is all you can do.”
Gen. B.—“We’ll take our time about that. We’ll show you, you insolent darkie!—you contemptible nigger!”
The Bakers returned to their carriages in high dudgeon.
“There is Justice Rives’ private secretary,” said the old man, as they were about leaving the premises. “If you will speak to him, I think he will go for Rives.”
“No,” replied the incensed General, “I am not going to be insulted again. You can do so if you choose.”