"
"Do so, Margaret," interrupted Colonel Woodville, "because then I may get
rid of them all the sooner."
Colonel Winchester bowed and turned toward the door. Miss Woodville,
obedient to the command of her father, led the way. Dick was the last
to go out, and he said to the old lion who lay wounded in the bed:
"Colonel Woodville, I've met your nephew, Victor."
He did not notice that the old man whitened and that the hand now lying
upon the cover clenched suddenly.
"You have?" growled Colonel Woodville, "and how does it happen that you
and my nephew have anything in common?"
"I could scarcely put it that way," replied Dick, refusing to be angered,
"unless you call an encounter with fists something in common. He and I
had a great fight at his father's plantation of Bellevue."
"He might have been in a better business, taking part in a common brawl
with a common Yankee."
"But, sir, while I may be common, I'm not a Yankee. I was born and grew
up south of the Ohio River in Kentucky."
"Then you're a traitor. All you Kentuckians ought to be fighting with
us.
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