“Yes, sir, but not until I have spoken the truth about this affair.  All your power, Dr. Ackley, cannot keep me dumb when I see such injustice.  You are threatening and condemning without having heard a word of explanation.  Uncle Lusthah and those with him were simply doing my bidding.  Can you think I would stand by and see him cursed and beaten?  These people have not shown any unruly, reckless spirit.  They may well be bewildered, and they only asked what they must expect.  God is my witness, I will cry out ‘Shame!’ with, my last breath if they are treated brutally.  They will be quiet, they will do their duty if treated kindly.  They shall not appeal to me for justice and mercy in vain.  My words may not help them, but I shall not stand tamely by like a coward, but will call any man on earth coward who butchers one of these unarmed negroes.”

She stood before them all possessed by one thought—­justice.  Her face was very pale, but stern, undaunted and noble in its expression.  She was enabled to take her course from the courage, simplicity and unconventionality of her nature, becoming utterly absorbed by her impulse to defend those who looked to her, neither regarding nor fearing, in her strong excitement, the consequences to herself.

Dr. Borden was hastening forward to remind Ackley of his promise concerning Yarry’s grave, and to show the girl that he at least would stand with her; but his chief waved him back.  The old surgeon of the regular army could appreciate courage, and the girl’s words and aspect pierced the thick crust of his military and professional armor, touching to the quick the man within him.  He saw in the brave young face defiance of him, of the whole world, in her sense of right, and he had the innate nobility of soul to respect her motive and acknowledge the justice of her action.  Watching her attentively until she was through speaking he took off his hat, stepped forward and gave her his hand.

“You are a brave girl,” he said frankly.  “You are doing what you think is right and I am proud of you.  Tell these people yourself to go back to their quarters, behave themselves and obey their rightful master.  After your words in their behalf any one who does not obey deserves to be shot.”

She was disarmed and subdued at once.  “Ah, doctor,” she faltered, tears in her eyes, “now you’ve conquered me.”  Then turning toward the negroes she cried, “Do just as Dr. Ackley has said.  Go quietly to work and be patient.  Uncle Lusthah, you know I told you to do so before all this happened.  I tell you so again and shall expect you to use all your influence to keep perfect order.”

“We ‘bey you, young mistis; we tank you fer speakin’ up fer us,” and the old man led the way toward the quarters, followed by all his flock.

Dr. Ackley gave his arm to the girl and led her to the house.  Captain Maynard took off his hat in a very deferential manner as she passed; she walked on unheeding the salutation.  Whately frowned at him and dropped his hand on the hilt of his sabre.  At this pantomime Maynard smiled contemptuously as he walked away.  In a few moments the scene was as quiet and deserted as it had been crowded and threatening.