“Have you representatives from each camp present, Silos?”
The mulatto turned and came back.
“Yes—but the toughest we could get. I'll not stay myself to see it. I don't like such work, sir—only some one has to do it for the cause—the cause of freedom, sir.”
“Of course—why of course,” said Travis. “Old Bisco and his kind are liable to get all you negroes put back into slavery—if the Democrats succeed again as they have just done. Give them a good scare.”
“We'll fix him to-night, boss,” said the black one, grinning good naturedly. Then he added to himself: “Yes, I'll whip 'em—to death.”
“I heard a good deal of talk among the boys, to-night, sir,” said the mulatto. “They all want you for Congress next time.”
“Well, we'll talk about that, Silos, later. I must hurry on.”
He started, then wheeled suddenly:
“Oh, say, Silos—”
The latter came back.