"Sumter?" he cried. "Sumter? Do I hear Sumter?"
The shouting became louder.
"Sumter?" he cried. "Have they fired upon Sumter?"
Margaret flew to the window and threw it open. It acted upon the shouting like the big swell of an organ, and the cries of excitement filled the room to bursting. South Carolina had clenched her hand and struck the flag in the face.
The doctor rushed in. He paused flabbergasted at sight of the man whom he had supposed to be dying.
"Great God, man!" cried the senator, "can't you get my clothes?"
When he was dressed they brought him his whalebone stick.
"Damn it, I can walk!" said he, and he broke the faithful old thing over a knee that had not been bent for a month.
