(Back in the mill-yard)
General Chadbourne!
Chadbourne.
Yes!—
'The men have yielded and have gone to work;
And all's been done without one drop of bloodshed,
Thanks to the Governor and to your co-operation
And to the splendid service of the boys.
To-morrow we break camp and go our ways.
Health to you and long life and peace hereafter
In your new home.' Or something of the sort.
I haven't whipped it into final shape.
Haskell.
And got off, I suppose, with glasses lifted.
'Twill be a nice green feather in our cap.
Chadbourne.
And duty done, it's well to have big friends.
There's that old question of the armory;
I'm going to try to jam it through this session.
And besides that—
(Calls toward the gate)
What's up?