Pinckney said, as he turned to go down,--"Where is the use in fighting? They will take us." Kline heard him, and said, "Yes, give up, for we can and will take you anyhow." I told them all not to be afraid, nor to give up to any slaveholder, but to fight until death. "Yes," said Kline, "I have heard many a negro talk as big as you, and then have taken him; and I'll take you." "You have not taken me yet," I replied; "and if you undertake it you will have your name recorded in history for this day's work." Mr. Gorsuch then spoke, and said,--"Come, Mr. Kline, let's go up stairs and take them. We _can_ take them. Come, follow me. I'll go up and get my property. What's in the way? The law is in my favor, and the people are in my favor." At that he began to ascend the stair; but I said to him,--"See here, old man, you can come up, but you can't go down again. Once up here, you are mine." Kline then said,--"Stop, Mr. Gorsuch. I will read the warrant, and then, I think, they will give up." He then read the warrant, and said,--"Now, you see, we are commanded to take you, dead or alive; so you may as well give up at once." "Go up, Mr. Kline," then said Gorsuch, "you are the Marshal." Kline started, and when a little way up said, "I am coming." I said, "Well, come on." But he was too cowardly to show his face. He went down again and said,--"You had better give up without any more fuss, for we are bound to take you anyhow. I told you before that I was the United States Marshal, yet you will not give up. I'll not trouble the slaves. I will take you and make you pay for all." "Well," I answered, "take me and make me pay for all. I'll pay for all." Mr. Gorsuch then said, "You have my property." To which I replied,--"Go in the room down there, and see if there is anything there belonging to you. There are beds and a bureau, chairs, and other things. Then go out to the barn; there you will find a cow and some hogs. See if any of them are yours." He said,--"They are not mine; I want my men. They are here, and I am bound to have them." Thus we parleyed for a time, all because of the pusillanimity of the Marshal, when he, at last, said,--"I am tired waiting on you; I see you are not going to give up. Go to the barn and fetch some straw," said he to one of his men, "I will set the house on fire, and burn them up." "Burn us up and welcome," said I. "None but a coward would say the like. You can burn us, but you can't take us; before I give up, you will see my ashes scattered on the earth." By this time day had begun to dawn; and then my wife came to me and asked if she should blow the horn, to bring friends to our assistance. I assented, and she went to the garret for the purpose. When the horn sounded from the garret window, one of the ruffians asked the others what it meant; and Kline said to me, "What do you mean by blowing that horn?"