"When you closed the door in my face, I had intimated that your
fellow-citizens wish you to display the national flag."

"I refuse to do it, sir."

"Consider, squire, what you say. The people have made up their minds not
to tolerate a traitor within the corporate limits of the town of
Pinchbrook."

"I am no traitor."

"That is precisely what we wish you to demonstrate to your fellow-citizens
assembled outside to witness an exhibition of your patriotism."

"I will not do it on compulsion."

"Then, sir, we shall be obliged to resort to disagreeable measures."

"What do you mean by that, sir?" asked the squire, who was evidently
alarmed by the threat. "Do you mean to proceed to violence?"

"We do, Squire Pemberton," answered Captain Barney, decidedly.

"O my country!" sighed the victim, "has it come to this? The laws will no
longer protect her citizens."

"That's very fine, sir. Do you expect the laws to protect you while you
are aiding and abetting those who are trying to destroy them? Is there any
law to protect a traitor in his treason? But we waste time, Squire