"Hector," he exclaimed suddenly,--"come here!" Then, as they both listened, he went on: "Tell the people there can not be a meeting, after all. I am going back to my house, to see what is on up yonder. Hector, can you get a fresh horse? And are there any friends who would go with you?" The sturdy young cooper did not lack in courage, and his response was instant. "Assuredly I have a horse, Monsieur," was his reply. "Assuredly we have friends. Six, ten, seven, h'eight person shall go with us within the hour! But I must tell--" Jeanne was at his elbow, catching scent of something of this, guessing at possible danger. She broke out now into loud expostulations at this rashness of her spouse, parent of this progeny of theirs, thus undertaking to expose himself to midnight dangers. Hector, none the less, shook his head. "It is necessary that one go armed," commented Eleazar calmly. He patted with affection the long barreled piece which lay over his own arm. Much of this conversation, loud and excited as it was, could not fail to reach the ears of Josephine, who presently had joined them, and who now heard the story of the old man, so fully confirming all Dunwody said. "There is trouble! There is trouble!" she said, with her usual prompt decision. "There is room for me in the coach. I am going along." "You--what in the world do you mean? You'll do nothing of the sort!" rejoined Dunwody. "It's going to be no place for women, up there. It's a _fight_, this time!" "Perhaps not for Jeanne or Hector's mother, or for many women; but for me it is the very place where I belong! _I_ made that trouble yonder. It was I, not you, who caused that disaffection among the blacks. Your neighbors ought to blame me, not you--I will explain it all to them in a moment, in an instant. Surely, they will listen to me. Yes, I am going." Dunwody looked at her in grave contemplation for an instant. "In God's name, my dear girl, how can you find it in your heart to see that place again? But do you find it? Will you go? If you insist, we'll take care of you." "Of course! Of course!" she replied, and even then was busy hunting for her wraps. "Get ready! Let us start." "Have cushions and blankets for the carriage, Eleazar," said Dunwody quietly. "Better get a little lunch of some sort to take along. Go down to the barn yonder and get fresh horses. I don't think this team could stand it all the way back." CHAPTER XXXI THE SPECTER IN THE HOUSE