Your disinterested view of things may help us at Washington when we need it most. The South seems to have no friend at court."
"Your younger men, I find, are hopeful, Doctor," said Phil.
"Yes, the young never see danger until it"s time to die. I"m not a pessimist, but I was happier in jail. Scores of my old friends have given up in despair and died. Delicate and cultured women are living on cowpeas, corn bread, and mola.s.ses--and of such quality they would not have fed it to a slave. Children go to bed hungry. Droves of brutal negroes roam at large, stealing, murdering, and threatening blacker crimes. We are under the heel of petty military tyrants, few of whom ever smelled gunpowder in a battle. At the approaching election, not a decent white man in this country can take the infamous test oath. I am disfranchised because I gave a cup of water to the lips of one of my dying boys on the battlefield. My slaves are all voters. There will be a negro majority of more than one hundred thousand in this state. Desperadoes are here teaching these negroes insolence and crime in their secret societies. The future is a nightmare."
[Ill.u.s.tration: HENRY WALTHALL AS BEN CAMERON.]
"You have my sympathy, sir," said Phil warmly, extending his hand. "These Reconstruction Acts, conceived in sin and brought forth in iniquity, can bring only shame and disgrace until the last trace of them is wiped from our laws. I hope it will not be necessary to do it in blood."
The doctor was deeply touched. He could not be mistaken in the genuineness of any man"s feeling. He never dreamed this earnest straightforward Yankee youngster was in love with Margaret, and it would have made no difference in the accuracy of his judgment.
"Your sentiments do you honour, sir," he said with grave courtesy. "And you honour us and our town with your presence and friendship."
As Phil hurried home in a warm glow of sympathy for the people whose hospitality had made him their friend and champion, he encountered a negro trooper standing on the corner, watching the Cameron house with furtive glance.
Instinctively he stopped, surveyed the man from head to foot and asked:
"What"s the trouble?"
"None er yo" business," the negro answered, slouching across to the opposite side of the street.
Phil watched him with disgust. He had the short, heavy-set neck of the lower order of animals. His skin was coal black, his lips so thick they curled both ways up and down with crooked blood marks across them. His nose was flat, and its enormous nostrils seemed in perpetual dilation. The sinister bead eyes, with brown splotches in their whites, were set wide apart and gleamed apelike under his scant brows. His enormous cheekbones and jaws seemed to protrude beyond the ears and almost hide them.
"That we should send such soldiers here to flaunt our uniform in the faces of these people!" he exclaimed, with bitterness.
He met Ben hurrying home from a visit to Elsie. The two young soldiers whose prejudices had melted in the white heat of battle had become fast friends.
Phil laughed and winked:
"I"ll meet you to-night around the family altar!"
When he reached home, Ben saw, slouching in front of the house, walking back and forth and glancing furtively behind him, the negro trooper whom his friend had pa.s.sed.
He walked quickly in front of him, and blinking his eyes rapidly, said:
"Didn"t I tell you, Gus, not to let me catch you hanging around this house again?"
The negro drew himself up, pulling his blue uniform into position as his body stretched out of its habitual slouch, and answered:
"My name ain"t "Gus.""
Ben gave a quick little chuckle and leaned back against the palings, his hand resting on one that was loose. He glanced at the negro carelessly and said:
"Well, Augustus Caesar, I give your majesty thirty seconds to move off the block."
Gus" first impulse was to run, but remembering himself he threw back his shoulders and said:
"I reckon de streets free----"
"Yes, and so is kindling wood!"
Quick as a flash of lightning the paling suddenly left the fence and broke three times in such bewildering rapidity on the negro"s head he forgot everything he ever knew or thought he knew save one thing--the way to run.
He didn"t fly, but he made remarkable use of the facilities with which he had been endowed.
Ben watched him disappear toward the camp.
He picked up the pieces of paling, pulled a strand of black wool from a splinter, looked at it curiously and said:
"A sprig of his majesty"s hair--I"ll doubtless remember him without it!"
CHAPTER IV
AT THE POINT OF THE BAYONET
Within an hour from Ben"s encounter he was arrested without warrant by the military commandant, handcuffed, and placed on the train for Columbia, more than a hundred miles distant. The first purpose of sending him in charge of a negro guard was abandoned for fear of a riot. A squad of white troops accompanied him.
Elsie was waiting at the gate, watching for his coming, her heart aglow with happiness.
When Marion and little Hugh ran to tell the exciting news, she thought it a joke and refused to believe it.
"Come, dear, don"t tease me; you know it"s not true!"
"I wish I may die if "tain"t so!" Hugh solemnly declared. "He run Gus away "cause he scared Aunt Margaret so. They come and put handcuffs on him and took him to Columbia. I tell you Grandpa and Grandma and Aunt Margaret are mad!"
Elsie called Phil and begged him to see what had happened.
When Phil reported Ben"s arrest without a warrant, and the indignity to which he had been subjected on the amazing charge of resisting military authority, Elsie hurried with Marion and Hugh to the hotel to express her indignation, and sent Phil to Columbia on the next train to fight for his release.
By the use of a bribe Phil discovered that a special inquisition had been hastily organized to procure perjured testimony against Ben on the charge of complicity in the murder of a carpet-bag adventurer named Ashburn, who had been killed at Columbia in a row in a disreputable resort. This murder had occurred the week Ben Cameron was in Nashville. The enormous reward of $25,000 had been offered for the conviction of any man who could be implicated in the killing. Scores of venal wretches, eager for this blood money, were using every device of military tyranny to secure evidence on which to convict--no matter who the man might be. Within six hours of his arrival they had pounced on Ben.
They arrested as a witness an old negro named John Stapler, noted for his loyalty to the Camerons. The doctor had saved his life once in a dangerous illness. They were going to put him to torture and force him to swear that Ben Cameron had tried to bribe him to kill Ashburn. General Howle, the Commandant of the Columbia district, was in Charleston on a visit to headquarters.
Phil resorted to the ruse of pretending, as a Yankee, the deepest sympathy for Ashburn, and by the payment of a fee of twenty dollars to the Captain, was admitted to the fort to witness the torture.
They led the old man trembling into the presence of the Captain, who sat on an improvised throne in full uniform.
"Have you ordered a barber to shave this man"s head?" sternly asked the judge.
"Please, Marster, fer de Lawd"s sake, I ain" done nuttin"--doan" shave my head. Dat ha"r been wropped lak dat fur ten year! I die sho" ef I lose my ha"r."
"Bring the barber, and take him back until he comes," was the order. In an hour they led him again into the room blindfolded, and placed him in a chair.
"Have you let him see a preacher before putting him through?" the Captain asked. "I have an order from the General in Charleston to put him through to-day."
"For Gawd"s sake, Marster, doan" put me froo--I ain"t done nuttin" en I doan" know nuttin"!"