"I hold, Mr.Cary, that not even to please his fine imagination is a gentleman justified in publicly weaving caps of so particular a description!" Cary turned sharply.

"Not even when he weaves it for a man of straw ?--your own expression, Mr.Rand." "Even men of straw," answered the other thickly, "find sometimes a defender.

By God, I'll not endure it!" "All this," said Cary scornfully,--"all this for the usual, the familiar, the expected Federalist criticism of Republican precept and practice! What, specifically, is it, Mr.Rand, that you'll not endure ?" "I'll endure," replied Rand, in a strained, monotonous, and menacing voice, "no taunt from you." As he spoke, he threw himself forward.

"Have a care, sir!" cried Cary, and flung out his arm.

He had seen, and the men around had seen, the intention of the blow.