human
All the truth in that report, Paul, is this--It has been suggested to me that it would be better for the whites here if some one who sympathises with their plans, and understands their interests, should pretend to become a Republican, and make the race for the legislature. This is what some of our best men think.
gpt
What do you mean by our best men, father?
human
Why, I don't know that I am at liberty to mention names even to you, Paul, said Silas, who had no notion of being driven into a corner.
gpt
And then, on the other hand, the white Republicans are not as fond of the negroes as they pretend to be. And if they can't get some native-born white man to run, who do you reckon they'll have to put up as a candidate? Why, old Jerry, Pulaski's man of all work.
human
Well, what of it? Paul asked with rising indignation.
gpt
Jerry is a great deal better than any white man who puts himself on an equality with him.
human
Have you met Mr. Hotchkiss? asked Silas.
gpt
He seems to be a very clever man.
human
No, I haven't met him and I don't want to meet him. Paul rose from his seat, and stood facing his father. He was a likely-looking young man, tall and slim, but broad-shouldered. He had the delicate pink complexion that belongs to fair-haired persons.
gpt
This is a question, father, that can't be discussed between us. You beat about the bush in such a way as to compel me to believe the reports I have heard are true. Well, you can do as you like; I'll not presume to dictate to you. You may disgrace yourself, but you sha'n't disgrace me.