"A battalion and two machine-guns," replied the War-Minister.
The President took a turn up and down the room. He was used to deciding quickly. "A brigade would do it for certain," he said. He took another turn. "Rail two battalions of the Guard at once to Lorenzo." Sorrento, who had produced his note-book, began to write. "Two field-batteries," said the President. "Which two are fit, Colonel?"
"The first and second will do," answered Sorrento.
"And the Lancers of the Guard."
"All?"
"Yes, all, except details for orderly-work."
"That leaves you only one trustworthy battalion."
"I know," said the President. "It is a bold course, but the only one. Now what about the Line regiments in the city? Which are the worst?"
"The third, fifth, and eleventh have caused us most uneasiness."
"Very well; we will get them out of the way. Let them march to-day towards Lorenzo and halt anywhere ten miles out of the city as a supporting brigade. Now, who is to command?"