Enter Mr. White, L., excited.
Mr. White. I say, sir, is there no place of concealment in your house? They are after me, and my life is in danger. Say, sir, can’t you hide me away?
Barkeeper. Well, you ought to hold your tongue when you come into our State.
Mr. White. But, sir, the Constitution gives me the right to speak my sentiments, at all times and in all places.
Barkeeper. We don’t care for Constitutions nor nothin’ else. We made the Constitution, and we’ll break it. But you had better hide away; they are coming, and they’ll lynch you, that they will. Come with me; I’ll hide you in the cellar. Foller me.
[Exit Barkeeper and White, L.
Enter the Mob, R.
Dr. Gaines. If I can once lay my hands on that scoundrel, I’ll blow a hole through his head.
Jennings. Yes, I say so too; for no one knows whose niggers are safe, now-a-days. I must look after my niggers. Who is that I see in the distance? I believe it’s that cussed Massachusetts feller. Come, let’s go after him.