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Archie
mumbled
some
question
and
Scarlett
heard
Rhett
reply
:
"
The
old
Sullivan
plantation
.
You
'll
find
the
robes
pushed
up
the
biggest
chimney
.
Burn
them
.
"
"
Um
,
"
grunted
Archie
.
"
And
there
's
two
--
men
in
the
cellar
.
Pack
them
over
the
horse
as
best
you
can
and
take
them
to
that
vacant
lot
behind
Belle
's
--
the
one
between
her
house
and
the
railroad
tracks
.
Be
careful
.
If
anyone
sees
you
,
you
'll
hang
as
well
as
the
rest
of
us
.
Put
them
in
that
lot
and
put
pistols
near
them
--
in
their
hands
.
Here
--
take
mine
.
"
Scarlett
,
looking
across
the
room
,
saw
Rhett
reach
under
his
coat
tails
and
produce
two
revolvers
which
Archie
took
and
shoved
into
his
waist
band
.
"
Fire
one
shot
from
each
.
It
's
got
to
appear
like
a
plain
case
of
shooting
.
You
understand
?
"
Archie
nodded
as
if
he
understood
perfectly
and
an
unwilling
gleam
of
respect
shone
in
his
cold
eye
.
But
understanding
was
far
from
Scarlett
.
The
last
half-hour
had
been
so
nightmarish
that
she
felt
nothing
would
ever
be
plain
and
clear
again
.
However
,
Rhett
seemed
in
perfect
command
of
the
bewildering
situation
and
that
was
a
small
comfort
.
Archie
turned
to
go
and
then
swung
about
and
his
one
eye
went
questioningly
to
Rhett
's
face
.
"
Him
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
Archie
grunted
and
spat
on
the
floor
.
