AN EVENING WITH THE KU-KLUX
"What news?" I inquired.
"Well, ef you don't hear about it before to-morrer night, jest inquire of Major Perdue. He'll tell you all about it."
Mr. Pulliam's tone was so supercilious that I was afraid the Major would lose his temper and come raging down the hallway. But he did nothing of the kind. When I returned he was fairly beaming, and seemed to be perfectly happy. The Major took down the names in his note-book—I have forgotten all except those of Buck Sanford and Larry Pulliam; they were all from the country except Larry Pulliam and the young lawyer.
After my visit to the room, the men spoke in lower tones, but every word came back to us as distinctly as before.
"The feed of the horses won't cost us a cent," remarked young Sanford. "Tom Gresham said he'd 'ten' to that. They're in the stable right now. And we're to have supper in Tom's back room, have a little game of ante, and along about twelve or one we'll sa'nter down and yank that darned nigger from betwixt his blankets, ef he's got any, and leave him to cool off at the cross-roads. Won't you go 'long, Seab, and see it well done?"
"I'll go and see if the supper's well done, and I'll
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