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Rhett
's
voice
was
blunt
.
"
Archie
's
carrying
him
to
the
vacant
lot
near
Belle
's
.
He
's
dead
.
Shot
through
the
head
.
"
Few
families
in
the
north
end
of
town
slept
that
night
for
the
news
of
the
disaster
to
the
Klan
,
and
Rhett
's
stratagem
spread
swiftly
on
silent
feet
as
the
shadowy
form
of
India
Wilkes
slipped
through
back
yards
,
whispered
urgently
through
kitchen
doors
and
slipped
away
into
the
windy
darkness
.
And
in
her
path
,
she
left
fear
and
desperate
hope
.
From
without
,
houses
looked
black
and
silent
and
wrapped
in
sleep
but
,
within
,
voices
whispered
vehemently
into
the
dawn
.
Not
only
those
involved
in
the
night
's
raid
but
every
member
of
the
Klan
was
ready
for
flight
and
in
almost
every
stable
along
Peachtree
Street
,
horses
stood
saddled
in
the
darkness
,
pistols
in
holsters
and
food
in
saddlebags
.
All
that
prevented
a
wholesale
exodus
was
India
's
whispered
message
:
"
Captain
Butler
says
not
to
run
.
The
roads
will
be
watched
.
He
has
arranged
with
that
Watling
creature
--
"
In
dark
rooms
men
whispered
:
"
But
why
should
I
trust
that
damned
Scallawag
Butler
?
It
may
be
a
trap
!
"
And
women
's
voices
implored
:
"
Do
n't
go
!
If
he
saved
Ashley
and
Hugh
,
he
may
save
everybody
.
If
India
and
Melanie
trust
him
--
"
And
they
half
trusted
and
stayed
because
there
was
no
other
course
open
to
them
.
Earlier
in
the
night
,
the
soldiers
had
knocked
at
a
dozen
doors
and
those
who
could
not
or
would
not
tell
where
they
had
been
that
night
were
marched
off
under
arrest
.
Rene
Picard
and
one
of
Mrs.
Merriwether
's
nephews
and
the
Simmons
boys
and
Andy
Bonnell
were
among
those
who
spent
the
night
in
jail
.
They
had
been
in
the
ill-starred
foray
but
had
separated
from
the
others
after
the
shooting
.
Riding
hard
for
home
they
were
arrested
before
they
learned
of
Rhett
's
plan
.
Fortunately
they
all
replied
,
to
questions
,
that
where
they
had
been
that
night
was
their
own
business
and
not
that
of
any
damned
Yankees
.
They
had
been
locked
up
for
further
questioning
in
the
morning
.
Old
man
Merriwether
and
Uncle
Henry
Hamilton
declared
shamelessly
that
they
had
spent
the
evening
at
Belle
Watling
's
sporting
house
and
when
Captain
Jaffery
remarked
irritably
that
they
were
too
old
for
such
goings
on
,
they
wanted
to
fight
him
.
Belle
Watling
herself
answered
Captain
Jaffery
's
summons
,
and
before
he
could
make
known
his
mission
she
shouted
that
the
house
was
closed
for
the
night
.
A
passel
of
quarrelsome
drunks
had
called
in
the
early
part
of
the
evening
and
had
fought
one
another
,
torn
the
place
up
,
broken
her
finest
mirrors
and
so
alarmed
the
young
ladies
that
all
business
had
been
suspended
for
the
night
.
But
if
Captain
Jaffery
wanted
a
drink
;
the
bar
was
still
open
--
Captain
Jaffery
,
acutely
conscious
of
the
grins
of
his
men
and
feeling
helplessly
that
he
was
fighting
a
mist
,
declared
angrily
that
he
wanted
neither
the
young
ladies
nor
a
drink
and
demanded
if
Belle
knew
the
names
of
her
destructive
customers
.
Oh
,
yes
,
Belle
knew
them
.
They
were
her
regulars
.
They
came
every
Wednesday
night
and
called
themselves
the
Wednesday
Democrats
,
though
what
they
meant
by
that
she
neither
knew
or
cared
.
And
if
they
did
n't
pay
for
the
damage
to
the
mirrors
in
the
upper
hall
,
she
was
going
to
have
the
law
on
them
.
She
kept
a
respectable
house
and
--
Oh
,
their
names
?
Belle
unhesitatingly
reeled
off
the
names
of
twelve
under
suspicion
,
Captain
Jaffery
smiled
sourly
.
"
These
damned
Rebels
are
as
efficiently
organized
as
our
Secret
Service
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
and
your
girls
will
have
to
appear
before
the
provost
marshal
tomorrow
.
"
