"He seemed to have some underlying motive." "He always has such a motive, Victor.

He is a man who suspects everybody because he knows everybody has a right to suspect him.

He may even have been suspecting me, his old, and, I fear, too generous employer.

He has a mania about a spy hidden somewhere in Vicksburg." Young Victor Woodville laughed gayly.
"What folly," he said, "for your old overseer, a man of Northern origin to boot, to suspect you, of all men, of helping a Yankee in any way.
Why, Uncle Charles, everybody knows that you'd annihilate 'em if you could, and that you were making good progress with the task until you got that wound." Colonel Woodville drew his great, white eyebrows together in his characteristic way.
"I admit, Victor, that I'm the prince of Yankee haters," he said.
"They've ruined me, and if they succeed they'll ruin our state and the whole South, too.

We've fled for refuge to a hole in the ground, and yet they come thundering at the door of so poor an abode.