"This is my flag, my house, my lawn. Get off it! And do it quick!" As the crowd hastened away, he turned to Norman: "You and I must come to an understanding at once, young man," he said, with angry emphasis. "I'll meet you in the library in thirty minutes," was Norman's firm reply as he led Barbara from the platform and joined the retreating throng. [Illustration: "LIFT THE FLAG BACK TO ITS PLACE."] CHAPTER VII FATHER AND SON The Colonel paced the floor of his library with increasing anger as he waited the return of Norman. Never in his life had his whole being been so abandoned to incontrollable rage. He had always been a man of fiery temper, but an iron will had held his temper in control. His most intimate business associates had always found him suave, persuasive, and genial in every hour of trial. Never once had they heard a threat or an idle boast fall from his lips. He had the rare faculty of beating his enemies in a fight in which no quarter was asked or given, and coming out of it with his bitterest foe turned into a friend. This was one of the secrets of his fortune--an instinctive leadership among powerful men. For the first time he realized that he had challenged the one man in all his personal acquaintance about whose character he knew nothing--his own son. For the first time he realized that they were strangers. He had been absorbed in the big affairs of life. He had taken the boy for granted. Since the death of his mother twelve years ago, Norman had spent most of his time at school. The Colonel had always been in command. His word had been law for so many years, it brought him up with a disagreeable start to find that the one man with whom his life was bound, and in whom his hopes centred, could dare thus to defy and flaunt his wishes. It was the most disgusting, enraging fact he had ever encountered. The longer he confronted the situation the more furious and blind his anger became. Elena had timidly entered the room, and stood watching him gravely before she spoke. "Has he returned from that woman yet?" the Colonel asked with sudden energy. "No, and I hope he will stay all day," she answered slowly. "But he won't," the father snapped. "I'm sure he will not," the girl sighed. "I don't like you to-day, Guardie." "You, too, side with these fanatics then?" "No. I hate them--hate everything they say and do and stand for. I loathe the very sight of them. But you were unfair to Norman." "Unfair? How?" "You allowed him the widest liberty to do as he pleased, think as he pleased, associate with whom he pleased, and then all of a sudden you sprang on that platform and insulted him before his invited guests." "How could I dream that he would commit such an act of insane treason before my very eyes?" "You make no allowance for the spell of Barbara Bozenta's eloquence. I don't like her, but she's a wonderful little woman, and I envy her her power over men."