“I mean the disloyal traitors of the South—not the broad-minded patriots like your father,” Suggs hastened to explain. “I say it’s arrant nonsense this talk of such a parade by these traitors. I credit them with too much cunning to dare to flaunt their treason in the streets here to-night with a regiment of troops and the head of the Secret Service on the spot.”
The little fellow expanded his chest and puffed his cheeks.
Billy doubled his fist, and made a dash for him. With a suppressed scream, Mrs. Wilson caught him.
“Billy! for heaven’s sake, are you crazy!” They passed on down the street toward the Judge’s house.
“I’m not so sure they will not parade, Mr. Suggs,” Stella replied.
“Don’t be alarmed, Miss Stella!” he urged soothingly. “I’ve taken ample means to protect you and your father from any attack of these assassins and desperadoes if they dare enter the town.”
“I’m not afraid of them, Captain, she answered lightly.
“Of course not—we’re here and ready for them. The very audacity of their manner is an insult to the Government.”
“I like audacity. It stirs your blood,” Stella cried, her brown eyes twinkling.
Suggs leaned nearer and said in his deepest voice: