"You men, too, will hear from me.

Go to the stable and wait.

Another piece of work like this and I'll have your coats cut off with a belt buckle! Clear out!" Then he turned to the beautiful woman in white who stood only a few feet away, no longer timid but in entire possession of her faculties before what, she knew, might prove a greater danger than a drunkard.
"Madam," said the Union officer as he doffed his hat, "I couldn't apologize for this, no matter how hard I tried; but, believe me, I regret it--deeply." In answer she slowly raised her heavy lidded eyes and gave him her first thrust--smoothly and deftly.
"No apology is demanded," she murmured in soft tones.

"I was merely unfamiliar with the Union's method of attack." "Attack!" he repeated, astounded, and stepped back.
"What else ?" she asked, simply.

"My home is over-run; my servant assaulted--by a drunken ruffian." "The man will be punished," was the stern reply, "to the limit of my authority." "He _should_ be.