"Papa, they's like that horrid thing that shooted the man," sobbed Vi, clinging to him in almost frantic terror. "Oh don't let's ever come here any more!"
"I so frightened, papa, I so frightened; p'ease tate Harold home," sobbed the little fellow, the others joining in the entreaty.
"Yes, we will go at once," said Mr. Travilla, rising, Vi in one arm Harold in the other; and motioning to the servants to follow, he was about to leave the room, when Calhoun spoke.
"Do not go yet, Mr. Travilla: I think grandpa and the ladies will be here directly."
"Thanks, but I will see Mr. Dinsmore at another time. Now my first duty is to these terrified little ones."
"I am exceedingly sorry for what has occurred; more mortified than I can express—"
"No need for apology, Conly; but you must see the necessity for our abrupt departure. Good evening to you all."
Calhoun followed to the carriage door, helped to put the children in, then addressing Mr. Travilla, "I see you doubt me, sir," he said, "and not without reason, I own; yet I assure you I have no property in those disguises, never have worn, and never will wear such a thing: much less take part in the violence they are meant to protect from punishment."
"I am glad to hear you say so, Cal. Good evening." And the carriage whirled away down the avenue.
The rapid motion and the feeling that the objects of their affright were being left far behind, seemed to soothe and reassure the children, yet each sought to be as near as possible to their loved protector.