"Thanks, gentlemen," was the answer. "Let us know when we can be of service to your county."
The strangers sprang into their buggy and disappeared toward the North Carolina line.
The clansmen blindfolded the negro, placed him on a horse, tied his legs securely, and his arms behind him to the ring in the saddle.
The Night Hawk blew his whistle four sharp blasts, and his pickets galloped from their positions and joined him.
Again the signal rang, and his men wheeled with the precision of trained cavalrymen into column formation three abreast, and rode toward Piedmont, the single black figure tied and gagged in the centre of the white-and-scarlet squadron.
