John March was light-headed with much drinking of praise for having made it practicable to "smash this unutterable horror in the egg!" Ravenel, near the _Courier_ office, stopped at the beckon of Lazarus Graves and Charlie Champion. John was with them, laboring under the impression that they were with him. They wanted to consult Ravenel about the miscreant, and the "steps proper to be taken against him." "When found," suggested Ravenel, and they pleasantly assented. "Oh, yes," he said again, as the four presently moved out of the hot sun, "but if the color line hadn't been crossed already there wouldn't be any Leggett." "But he threatens to cross it from the wrong side," replied John, posing sturdily. Ravenel's smile broadened. "Most any man, Mr. March, could be enticed across." The mouth of the enticer opened, but his tongue failed. "A coat of tah and feathers will show him he mustn't even be enticed across," rejoined Lazarus. Ravenel said something humorous about the new Dixie and a peace policy, and John's face began to show misgivings; but Captain Champion explained that the affair would be strictly select--best citizens--no liquor--no brawl--no life-taking, unless violent resistance compelled it; in fact, no individual act; but---- "Yes, I know," said Ravenel, "you mean one of those irresistable eruptions of a whole people's righteous indignation, that sweeps before it the whining hyper-criticisms of effeminated civilizations," and the smile went round. "Gentlemen, there's an easier way to get rid of Cornelius; one, Captain, that won't hurt more by the recoil than by the discharge." They were all silent. John folded his arms. Presently Graves said, meditatively, "We don't care to hang him, just at----" "This juncture," said Ravenel; "no, better give him ten years in the penitentiary--for bigamy." Sunshine broke on Mr. Graves's face, and he murmured, "Go 'way!" Champion, too, was radiant. "Hu-u-ush!" he said, "who'll get us the evidence?" "Old Uncle Leviticus." The more questions they asked the more pleased with the plan were John's two companions. "Why didn't you think of that?" asked each of the other in mock contempt. The youth felt his growing insignificance reach completeness as Ravenel said, "In that case you'll not need Mr. March any longer." "No, of course not," said John, quickly. "I was"--he forced a cough. The other two waved good-by, and he turned to go with them, but was stopped. "Don't you want to see me about something else, Mr. March?" said Ravenel, to detain him. "No, sir," replied John, innocently. "Oh, no, I was----" There came between them, homeward bound, an open parasol, a mist of muslin as sweet as a blossoming tree, a bow to Mr. Ravenel, and then a kinder one to John. "Go," said Ravenel, softly. "Didn't you see? She wants you." John overtook the dainty figure, lifted his military cap, and slackened his pace. "Miss Fannie?" he caught step with her.