"Say, you just come and drink to South Carolina."

The heavy horsewhip in Harold's hand rose suddenly and descended like a
flash. The knotted lash struck Rawbon full in the mouth, splitting the
lips like a knife. In an instant several knives were drawn, and Rawbon,
spluttering an oath through the spurting blood that choked his
utterance, drew a revolver from its holster at his side.

The entrance of the two young men was timely. They immediately placed
themselves in front of Harold, and Arthur, with his usual mild
expression, looked full in Rawbon's eye, although the latter's pistol
was in a line with his breast.

"Stand out of the way, you two," shouted Rawbon, savagely.

"What is the meaning of this, gentlemen?" said Beverly, quietly, to the
excited bystanders, to several of whom he was personally known.

"Squire Weems," replied one among them, "you had better stand aside.
Rawbon has a lien on that fellow's hide. He's an abolitionist, anyhow,
and ain't worth your interference."

"He is my very intimate friend, and I will answer for him to any one
here," said Beverly, warmly.

"I will answer for myself," said Hare, pressing forward.

"Then answer that!" yelled Rawbon, levelling and shooting with a rapid
movement. But Wayne's quiet eye had been riveted upon him all the while,