. . what with
lynchers and regulators a man will have to show a clean bill of
health to be allowed to live, no matter what his color--just
being white won't help him any!"
"No, you're right, it won't!" and again Hues gave way to easy
laughter.
"When you've done your work you strike south as I tell you and
join me. I'm going to keep New Orleans for myself--it's my
ambition to destroy the city Old Hickory saved!"
"And then it's change your name and strike out for Texas with
what you've picked up!"
"No, it isn't! I'll have my choice of men--a river full of
ships. Look here, there's South America, or some of those
islands in the gulf with a black-and-tan population and a few
white mongrels holding on to civilization by their eye-teeth;
what's to hinder our setting up shop for ourselves? Two or three
hundred Americans could walk off with an island like Hayti, for
instance--and it's black with niggers. What we'd done here would
be just so much capital down there. We'd make it a
stamping-ground for the Clan! In the next two years we could
bring in a couple of thousand Americans and then we'd be ready to
take over their government, whether they liked it or not, and run
it at a profit. We'd put the niggers back in slavery where they
belong, and set them at work raising sugar and tobacco for their
new bosses. Man, it's the richest land in the world, I tell you
--and the mountains are full of gold!"
Hues had kindled with a ready enthusiasm while Murrell was
speaking.
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