Bennington's house was dark and, because it was still new to him, he barked his shins twice before he found the visiphone. To save time and avoid any lights, he first cut out the visual circuit and then he simply dialed "0".
"Operator," a lilting voice replied.
"Connect me with the nearest State Police Barracks, please. Warden of Duncannon Prison speaking."
"One moment, please." Not a change in the lilt.
Silence; then, "State Police Barracks, Private Endrews speaking."
"Warden Bennington, Duncannon Prison. We're having trouble here and I need help. About thirty prisoners have seized control of our Administration Building, which includes the armory."
"Riot? Duncannon? Impossible! Those men are con—"
"It may be impossible, but it's happening. Now, how much help can you give me?"
"Let me check, sir." The phone was silent, except for heavy breathing from Private Endrews. "Here it is, sir. In less than fifteen minutes, three cars—that's six men and they've got full equipment in those cars—will be at The Cage."