The production of my pistol, the only weapon in the crowd, brought
about a new state of affairs, and the brother and others tried
persuasion; but Sarah stoutly insisted that she would not return.
"Now hold on," boys, said I, "I am going to say something to her." I
then took her aside and told her that there was no use in trying to
run away then; that she had better go home quietly, and tell the
folks that she was sorry for what she had done, that she had broken
off with me, and would have nothing more to do with me; that I would
surely see her to-morrow, and then we could make a new plan. So she
announced her willingness to go quietly home with her brother and
she did so. I went to a public house half a mile below the ferry.
That night the gang came down to this house with the intention of
driving me away from the place, or, possibly, of doing something
worse; but while they were howling outside, the landlord sent me to
my room and then went out and told the crowd I had gone away.
The next morning I boldly walked up to Scheimer's house to get a few
books and other things I had left there, and I saw Sarah. I told her
to be ready on the following Thursday night and I would have a
ladder against her window for her to escape by. She promised to be
ready. Meantime, though I had been in the house but a few minutes,
some one who had seen me go in gathered the crowd of the day before,
and the first thing I knew the house was beseiged. Mrs. Scheimer had
gone up stairs for my things.
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