“No!” said old Hinkley; “he sent him a begging note, promising atonement and repentance.” “Will you let me see that note?” said Calvert, addressing Stevens. “I have it not--I destroyed it,” said Stevens with some haste. Calvert said no more, but he looked plainly enough his suspicions. He now gave his attention to William Hinkley, whose mother, while this scene was in progress, had been occupied, as Calvert had begun, in stanching the blood, and trimming with her scissors, which were fortunately at her girdle, the hair from the wound. The son, meanwhile, had wakened to consciousness. He had been stunned but not severely injured by the blow, and, with the promptitude of a border-dame, Mrs. Hinkley, hurrying to a pine-tree, had gathered enough of its resin, which, spread upon a fragment of her cotton apron, and applied to the hurt, proved a very fair substitute for adhesive plaster. The youth rose to his feet, still retaining the pistols in his grasp. His looks were heavy from the stupor which still continued, but kindled into instant intelligence when he caught sight of Stevens and his father. “Go home, sir!” said the latter, waving his hand in the prescribed direction. “Never!” was the reply of the young man, firmly expressed; “never, sir, if I never have a home!” “You shall always have a home, William, while I have one,” said Mr. Calvert. “What! you encourage my son in rebellion? you teach him to fly in the face of his father?” shouted the old man. “No, sir; I only offer him a shelter from tyranny, a place of refuge from persecution. When you learn the duties and the feelings of a father, it will be time enough to assert the rights of one. I do not think him safe in your house against your vindictiveness and brutality. He is, however, of full age, and can determine for himself.” “He is not of age, and will not be till July.” “It matters not. He is more near the years of discretion than his father; and, judging him to be in some danger in your house, as a man and as a magistrate I offer him the protection of mine. Come home with me, William.” “Let him go, if he pleases--go to the d--l! He who honors not his father, says the Scriptures--what says the passage, Brother Stevens--does it not say that he who honors not his father is in danger of hell-fire?” “Not exactly, I believe,” said the other. “Matters not, matters not!--the meaning is very much the same.” “Oh, my son,” said the mother, clinging to his neck, “will you, indeed, desert me? can you leave me in my old age? I have none, none but you! You know how I have loved--you know I will always love you.”