"
"Defend himself!" echoed Preston.
"Yes. You insulted him yesterday."
"Insulted him!"
"You know you did. You know, Preston, some men would not have
borne it. If Darry had been like some men, he would have
knocked you down."
"Knock me down!" cried Preston. "The sneaking old scoundrel!
He knows that I would shoot him if he did."
"I am speaking seriously, Preston. It is no use to talk that
way."
"I am speaking very seriously," said my cousin. "I would shoot
him, upon my honour."
"Shoot him!"
"Certainly."
"What right have you to shoot a man for doing no worse than
you do? I would _rather_ somebody would knock me down, than do
what you did yesterday!" And my heart swelled within me.
"Come, Daisy, be a little sensible!" said Preston, who was in
a fume of impatience. "Do you think there is no difference
between me and an old nigger?"
"A great deal of difference," I said. "He is old and good; and
you are young, and I wish you were as good as Darry. And then
he can't help himself without perhaps losing his place, no
matter how you insult him.
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