Doc, however, hung back, and having extricated himself, said in a low tone, “Watta, keep cool!” and he sat down again. “I won’t keep cool!” retorted the lieutenant. This white-livered judge has shown partiality. Look at the arms in this court room! and Rives is afraid!” (with a sneer.) “They may shed my blood if they can, but I won’t keep still and see my captain arrested for contempt just because in questioning, he got ahead of these unrebuked and cowardly bullies when you humbled us all, on the Fourth of July, to avoid a fuss and concilliate their lordships;” and the enraged man strode out of the building, threw the gate back upon its hinges, and standing in the opening thus made, drew himself to his full height, and threw out his empty palms exclaiming “I carry no arms; but we’ve got arms.” “Yes, you’ve got arms, but you’ll see how it’ll be yourselves!” said Hanson Baker, who had been haranguing the people outside the court house. “There’s a fellow from Texas here, two or more of ’em, and they’re going to kill that Town Marshall, and nobody isn’t going to know who done it, and then they’ll leave.” “What does he or they know about John Carr, the Marshall?” asked a very large, but irresolute-looking black man. “He’s been informed of his character, and I tell you John Carr won’t be living in this town three months, neither will some o’ the rest.” “How about that Harmony Case?” asked the same voice (a case of massacre of blacks). “Well, I wasn’t there, but they done it, and there’s a programme laid down for the white folks _this_ year.” “That is wrong,” said a voice. “Well, if it _is_ wrong, it is no matter; it’ll be done all the same. There is no laws now.” “Ha! ha!” laughed the crowd, the whites applauding, and the blacks deriding the threats. “Does yo’ pretend to say there a’n’t no law in the State now?” “No, there a’n’t no law in this State, nor any other State. It’s been a hundred years since the Constitution of the United States, and it’s played out now, and every man can do as he likes. We’re going to get Chamberlain and his crowd out o’ the State House.” “How about Grant? You know he’s President.” “By——! we’ll have him too.” “Take care, that is treason,” said another. Harrison Baker and Watta proceeded, each with his harangue, and paid no heed to each other, till the plaintiffs and their friends crowded out of the building, pistols in hand, ready for instantaneous use. A frightened old mammy bawled out, with great eyes rolling, and great hands waving, “See the pistols and guns! See the pistols and guns! Oh, Lor’! they ort to be shot down theirselves!” but the next instant she cowered under the same fierce gaze of the “old man Baker,” which had made many a stalwart runaway stand tamely after the dogs were taken off and while the shackles were put on.