"No fighting back. Don't lift your hand. When you find that you can't get in, come back here. Now, ride."
So George mounted the horse and went. Straight to Milligan's he rode and dismounted; and half of The Corner's scant daytime population came into the street to see the brilliant horseman pass.
Scar-faced Lewis met the big man at the door. And size meant little to Andy, except an easier target.
"Well, confound my soul," said Lewis, blocking the way. "A Negro in Milligan's? Get out!"
Big George did not move.
"I been sent, mister," he said mildly. "I been sent for enough mint to make a julep."
"You been sent to the wrong place," declared Andy, hitching at his cartridge belt. "Ain't you seen that sign?"
And he pointed to the one which eliminated colored patrons.
"Signs don't mean nothin' to my boss," said George.
"Who's he?"