D’A. Are you done?
Brightly. For the present.
D’A. For the last three years the regulators have lived a life of brigandage for your benefit. They now demand that you shall receive your orders from the department commander.
Brightly. Ah, indeed! Then they propose that the tail shall wag the dog.
D’A. The last trap to which you led cost half the command. Take your orders from the proper source, or they refuse to follow you farther.
Brightly. This is treason!
D’A. In this instance, it is to him that can.
Brightly. Then they would command?
D’A. Or be commanded for a less purposeless object.
Brightly. How long since these brainless brutes set themselves up to direct the intellectual part of this campaign?