THE success of the Ku Klux Klan was so complete, its organisers were dazed. Its appeal to the ignorance and superstition of the Negro at once reduced the race to obedience and order. Its threat against the scalawag and carpet-bagger struck terror to their craven souls, and the "Union League," "Red Strings," and "Heroes of America" went to pieces with incredible rapidity.
Major Stuart Dameron, the chief of the Klan in Campbell county was holding a conference with the Rev. John Durham in his study.
"Doctor, our work has succeeded beyond our wildest dream."
"Yes, and I thank God we can breathe freely if only for a moment, Major. The danger now lies in our success. We are necessarily playing with fire."
"I know it, and it requires my time day and night to prevent reckless men from disgracing us."
"It will not be necessary to enforce the death penalty against any other man in this county, Major. The execution of Tim Shelby was absolutely necessary at the time and it has been sufficient."
"I agree with you. I've impressed this on the master of every lodge, but some of them are growing reckless."
"Who are they?"
"Young Allan McLeod for one. He is a dare devil and only eighteen years old.
