Now you are a boy, but boys sometimes see and hear more than men,
and you are old enough to think; that is, to think in the real sense.
Tell us, what is your own opinion?"
Harry flushed, and paused in embarrassment.
"Go on," said Mr. Yancey, persuasively.
"I do not know much," said Harry slowly, wishing not to speak, but
feeling that he was compelled by Mr. Yancey to do so, "but as far as I
have seen, Kentucky is sorely divided. The people on the other side
are perhaps not as strong and influential as ours, but they are more
numerous."
A shade passed over the face of Yancey, but he quickly recovered his
good humor.
"You have done right to tell us the truth as you see it," he said,
"but we need Kentucky badly. We must have the state and we will get it.
Did you hear anything before you left, of one Raymond Bertrand, a South
Carolinian?"
"He was at my father's house before I came away. I think it was his
intention to go from there to Frankfort with some of our own people,
and assist in taking out the state."
Yancey smiled.
"Faithful to his errand," he said. "Raymond Bertrand is a good lad.
He has visions, perhaps, but they are great ones, and he foresees a
mighty republic for us extending far south of our present border.
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