We don't think so.

Up with the flag, squire." "Fred, you may hang the flag out at the front window up stairs," said the squire to his son.
"All right, squire.

Now a few words more, and we bid you good night.

You may _think_ what you please, but if you utter another word of treason in Pinchbrook during the term of your natural life, the party outside will carry out the rest of the programme." By this time Fred Pemberton had fastened the flag to one of his mother's clothes poles, and suspended it out of the window over the porch.

It was hailed with three tremendous cheers by the multitude who were in waiting to discipline the squire, and exorcise the evil spirit of treason and secession.
The work of the evening was finished, not wholly to the satisfaction, perhaps, of a portion of the younger members of the assemblage, who would gladly have joined in the work of pillage and destruction, but much to the gratification of the older and steadier portion of the crowd, who were averse to violent proceedings..