"Bring em out! Bring out the silk stockins."
"Do you hear that?" demanded Hubbard, triumphantly. "I tell you,
Hamlin," he went on in a bolder tone, "you can't stop this thing,
whether you want to, or not, and if you know what's best for you, you
won't try. I tell you that crowd won't stand any fooling. They're mad,
and they're drunk, and they're bound to see a silk stocking whipped
for once in their lives, and by God they shall see it, too, for all
you or any other man. If you won't order em brought out, I will," and
he went out.
Without a word, Perez took his pistols from the table, and followed
him, and Abner, who seemed irresolute and demoralized, came slowly
after. The report that Perez, in a sudden whim, now proposed to
deprive them of the treat he had promised them, had produced on the
drunken and excited crowd, all the effect which Hubbard had counted
on, and as Perez reached the front door of the house, a mass of men
with brandished clubs and muskets, were pressing around it, and the
sentinel, hesitating and frightened, in another moment would have
given way and let them into the building. As Perez, a pistol in either
hand, appeared on the threshold, the crowd recoiled a little.
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