Miss Corson was too
thoroughly horrified to proceed. Apparently Governor North and Daunt had
selected their spokesman and had nothing to say for themselves. Morrison
seemed to be especially helpless as an informant; he wagged his head and
pointed to Lana.
"Answer my question, Morrison!"
"I think Miss Corson better tell you, sir. She was an impartial observer."
"Perhaps she _had_ better tell me! You're right! After this night I
wouldn't take your word as to the wetness of water. Lana, speak out!"
"I don't know what I can tell you--you have been right here all the time
in the State House--"
The Senator jammed a retort between the links of her stammering speech.
"Yes, I have been right here! What has happened below, I ask you?"
"Why, the troops marched out. They went away! Right through the mob! And
it's all calm and quiet."
Governor North stamped his way a half-dozen paces to the rear, and whirled
and marched back into line.
"Morrison, have you--have you--" Senator Corson choked. Not knowing
exactly what to say, he shook his fist.
"Father, what's the matter? It was only carrying out your orders."
"Orders--my orders?"
"Stewart Morrison, why don't you say something?" she demanded.
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