Consider my situation. You surely, as a man of honor, will not refuse
me this, Mr. Klutchem?"
The colonel's eyes began to snap, and Fitz edged round to pour oil
when the wind freshened. Klutchem's temper was also on the move.
"Get out of this chair with that mush poultice," pointing to his foot,
"and have you cart me down to Wall Street to tell me you are sorry you
didn't murder me! What do you take me for?"
The colonel's eyes now fairly blazed, and his voice trembled with
suppressed anger.
"I did take you, suh, for a gentleman. I find I am mistaken. And you
refuse to go, and"--
"Yes!" roared Klutchem, his voice splitting the air like a tomahawk.
"Then, suh, let me tell you right here that if you do not get up now
and get into my caarriage, whenever you _can_ stand on yo' wuthless
legs, I will thresh you so, suh, that you will never get up any mo'."
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CHAPTER IX
_A Visit of Ceremony_
The Honorable I. B. Kerfoot, presiding judge of the district court of
Fairfax County, Virginia, and the gallant Major Thomas C.
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