Haley had been peeping through the window, watching and listening to this encounter.
"These charmin' preachers think they own this county, brother Shelby," laughed Haley as he grasped Tim's outstretched hand.
"Yes, they are the curse of the state. I wish to God they had succeeded in burning him alive that night the boys tried it. They'll get him later on. Brother Haley, he's a dangerous man. He must be put out of the way, or we'll never have smooth sailing in this county."
"I believe you're right, he's just been in here cussin' me about that letter of the widder's that didn't get to her in time. He thinks he can run the post-office."
"Well, we'll show him this county's in the hands of the loyal!" added Tim.
"Heard the news from Charleston?"
"Heard it? I guess I have. I talked with the commanding General in Charleston two weeks ago. He told me then he was going to set aside that decision of the Supreme Court in a ringing order permitting the marriage of negroes to white women, and commanding its enforcement on every military post. I see he's done it in no uncertain words."
"It's a great day, brother, for the world. There'll be no more colour line."
"Yes, times have changed," said Tim with a triumphant smile. "I guess our white hot-bloods will sweat and bluster and swear a little when they read that order. But we've got the bayonets to enforce it. They'd just as well cool down."
"That's the stuff," said Haley, taking a fresh chew of tobacco.
"Let 'em squirm. They're flat on their backs. We are on top, and we are going to stay on top. I expect to lead a fair white bride into my house before another year
