A British trader is killed.

She sweeps a native town out of existence with Hotchkiss guns--leaves it naked and dead.

That is dispersion too; I have seen it, and I know how far niggers as a race can be trusted, and how much they deserve sympathy.

I agree with Mr.Blackburn." Blackburn raised his glass.

"Mrs.Falchion," he said, "I need no further evidence to prove my case.