“War,” said the editor gravely.
“There must be some way out!” The Governor lost himself in a maze of thought. “This is a terrible thing!” he muttered bitterly.
“It was bound to come.”
“A terrible thing,” repeated Embree, “for me.”
“For you?” Jem stared, startled at the out-cropping of egotism.
“For all of us,” hastily amended the other. “For the Nation.”
“I’m not so sure. It may be that we needed it, to save us from ourselves.”
“What is one to do? How is a man to tell what course he can safely take?” said the Governor, pursuing his own line of thought.
“It is n’t exactly a time for Safety First, is it? There’s only one course for a decent American.”
“That’s so like you,” fretted the other. “You see your own side and nothing else.”