"If you speak thus again, I will do so!"
"Not while I am here. Soldier, hand me that knife!" But before she had finished the sentence, she had snatched the knife alluded to, from the belt of the attendant.
"You know, Branch, I used a weapon of this sort to some purpose, once, and if you dare approach me, or this helpless officer, I will drive it to your heart."
"Recover your knife!" cried Branch, who was now fairly foaming with rage, to the attendant.
"Just you hand over that tool, you darn skunk, you!" said the soldier, as he arose, and advanced toward Alibamo.
"Stand back, sir. Stand back. I do not wish to harm you, soldier, but if you attempt to take this weapon from me, you will feel its point."
"Captain," said the soldier, "there ain't no use in trying to make women mind you. They're darn skunks any way—better let 'em alone."
"Hayward is awake!" said Branch. "Speak to him—see if he will reply."
"Captain, do you know me?" asked Alibamo.
A faint smile overspread the captain's face, but he did not reply.