“Leave that to me,” returned Major King, coldly.
“How much force are you authorized to use?”
“The order leaves that detail to me. ‘Sufficient force to restore order,’ it says.”
“I think you ort to take a troop, at the least, King, and a cannon—maybe two.”
“I don’t think artillery will be necessary, sir.”
“Well, I’ll leave it to you, King, but I’d hate like hell to take you up there and have that feller lick you. You don’t know him like I do. I tell you he’d lay on his back and fight like a catamount as long as he had a breath left in him.”
“Can you locate them in the night?”
“I think we’d have to wait up there somewheres for daybreak. I’m not just sure which cañon they are in.”
There was silence. Frances peeped through the keyhole, but could see nothing except thick smoke over bookcases and files.