"Yes, I think you would need some help," he sneered, feeling in his veins the rush of red blood, the determination in his heart that had a few years back carried him through eighty yards of struggling Yale football players to a touchdown.
The Senator's son drew back his arm, but the confident look of the New
Yorker restrained him.
"Mr. Haines, in the South gentlemen do not make scenes of violence before ladies."
The cold rebuke of Carolina cut into the silence.
Haines stood in perplexity. He did not know what to do or how to get to the Senator. It was Hope who came to his rescue.
"I'll tell father you are here. I'll make him come, Mr. Haines. He shall see you."
With the air of a defiant little princess she started for the door.
"Hope, I forbid you doing any such thing," exclaimed her older sister, but the younger girl paid no attention. Randolph caught her arm.
"You shall not, Hope," he cried.
Hope Georgia struggled and pulled her arm free.