"
"If the people rise against us in a body--yes, we are ruined. That
is what we must not permit. It is our one chance. I have done
everything in my power to beat this movement against us down
south, and have failed. Our enemies are completely masked. They
have won popular sentiment through the newspapers. Their next move
is to strike directly at us. Whatever is to happen will happen
soon. The plan is to attack us, to destroy our property, and the
movement is to be advertised as a retaliation for heinous outrages
perpetrated by our men. It is possible that the attack will not be
by northerners alone, but by men brought in for the purpose. The
result will be the same--if it succeeds. The attack is planned to
be a surprise. Our one chance is to meet it, to completely
frustrate it--to strike an overwhelming blow, and to capture
enough of our assailants to give us the evidence we must have."
Brokaw was excited. He emphasized his words with angry sweeps of
his arms. He clenched his fists, and his face grew red. He was not
like the old, shrewd, indomitable Brokaw, completely master of
himself, never revealing himself beyond the unruffled veil of his
self-possession, and Philip was surprised.
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