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"
Drunk
be
damned
,
"
cried
the
captain
.
"
He
can
lie
in
the
gutter
for
all
I
care
.
I
'm
no
policeman
.
He
and
Mr.
Elsing
are
under
arrest
for
complicity
in
a
Klan
raid
at
Shantytown
tonight
.
A
nigger
and
a
white
man
were
killed
.
Mr.
Wilkes
was
the
ringleader
in
it
.
"
"
Tonight
?
"
Rhett
began
to
laugh
.
He
laughed
so
hard
that
he
sat
down
on
the
sofa
and
put
his
head
in
his
hands
.
"
Not
tonight
,
Tom
,
"
he
said
when
he
could
speak
.
"
These
two
have
been
with
me
tonight
--
ever
since
eight
o'clock
when
they
were
supposed
to
be
at
the
meeting
.
"
"
With
you
,
Rhett
?
But
--
"
A
frown
came
over
the
captain
's
forehead
and
he
looked
uncertainly
at
the
snoring
Ashley
and
his
weeping
wife
.
"
But
--
where
were
you
?
"
"
I
do
n't
like
to
say
,
"
and
Rhett
shot
a
look
of
drunken
cunning
at
Melanie
.
"
You
'd
better
say
!
"
"
Le
's
go
out
on
the
porch
and
I
'll
tell
you
where
we
were
.
"
"
You
'll
tell
me
now
.
"
"
Hate
to
say
it
in
front
of
ladies
.
If
you
ladies
'll
step
out
of
the
room
--
"
"
I
wo
n't
go
,
"
cried
Melanie
,
dabbing
angrily
at
her
eyes
with
her
handkerchief
.
"
I
have
a
right
to
know
.
Where
was
my
husband
?
"
