They're coming, I tell
you. They're coming on to Capitol Hill!"
"And what have you been doing to stop 'em, after all your promises of what
you'd do?" raged North.
"I've been doing the best I could, with what loyal boys I could depend on.
But I want to know now what _you're_ going to do?"
"Shoot every damnation thug of 'em who gets in range of our machine-guns.
Totten, hustle yourself down-stairs and see that it's done!"
"Genera! Totten will not leave this room--not now! You're all wrong,
Governor."
"That's the way a mob was handled in one state In this Union not so very
long ago, and the Governor was right! He was hailed from one end of the
country to the other as right!"
"The principle behind him was right--that's what you mean, Governor North.
That was just the point he made!"
"Do you dare to stand there and intimate that I haven't got principle
behind me? Statute law, election law?"
Morrison glanced again at the clock; then he tossed a bomb into the
argument. "The principle in this instance is a pretty wabbly backing, sir.
I'm afraid that even my loyal boys will join the mob if the news gets out
about those election returns in certain districts--the returns that were
sent back secretly to be corrected.
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