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.
"I'm sure your father prefers to hear from you."
"Confound it! I do want to hear, and hear immediately!"
Lana displayed some of the paternal ire. "Stewart, I asked you to be candid with me. You're leaving me to flounder around disgracefully in this matter."