With brisk step he entered the library and glanced with surprise at the empty room.
"Tom not come?" he asked briskly.
"Nasah, I ain't seed 'im," Andy replied.
Norton threw his linen coat on a chair, and a dreamy look came into his deep-set eyes:
"Well, Andy, we've made a clean sweep to-day—the old state's white again!"
The negro, bustling over his tray, replied with unction:
"Yassah, dat's what I done tole 'em, sah!"
"All government rests on force, Andy! The ballot is force—physical force. Back of every ballot is a gun——"
He paused, drew the revolver slowly from his pocket and held it in his hand.
Andy glanced up from his tray and jumped in alarm: