"
"You are a disgrace to the uniform you wear. Do you know you have
incurred the penalties of high treason?" exclaimed the justice.
"This is not the first time I have incurred those penalties in behalf
of my oppressed countrymen, as that same uniform shows," retorted the
other. "But it is not now a question of the penalties I have incurred,
but how are you to escape the wrath of the people," he continued
sharply.
"I shall live to see you hung, drawn and quartered for treason, you
rascal," roared Dwight.
"Nay, sir. Do but think this man holds your life in his hands. Entreat
him civilly," expostulated Madam Dwight.
"He means not so, sir," she added, turning to Perez.
"The fellers wanter know why in time that ere 'greement ain't signed.
We can't keep em back much longer," Abner cried, rushing to the door
of the kitchen a moment, and hurrying back to his post.
"Where are writing materials?" asked Justice Goodrich, nervously, as a
stone broke through one of the window panes and fell on the table.
"I will bring them," said the young lady, Dwight's daughter.
"Do make haste, Miss," urged Justice Barker. "The mob is even now
forcing an entrance."
"I forbid you to bring them.
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