“Tell me what it’s all about.”
“You won’t say a word—will you?”
“Of course I won’t.”
“Not to mother, I mean, most of all.”
“Certainly not.”
“Squire Pemberton has been talking too loud for his own good.”
“I know that; he was in the store this forenoon, and Jeff Davis himself is no bigger traitor than he is.”
“Some of the people are going to make him a call to-night.”
“What for?”
“What do you suppose? Can’t you see through a millstone, Tom, when there is a hole in it?”