“Well,” said the senator, rising, “I will let you know to-morrow. If it is the right thing to do, and if I can do it, of course it must be done. We start from Tampa, you say? I know the presidents of all of those roads and they’ll probably give me a private car for the trip down. Shall we take any newspaper men with us, or shall I wait until I get back and be interviewed? What do you think?” “I would wait until my return,” Arkwright answered, his eyes glowing with the hope the senator’s words had inspired, “and then speak to a mass-meeting here and in Boston and in Chicago. Three speeches will be enough. Before you have finished your last one the American warships will be in the harbor of Havana.” “Ah, youth, youth!” said the senator, smiling gravely, “it is no light responsibility to urge a country into war.” “It is no light responsibility,” Arkwright answered, “to know you have the chance to save the lives of thousands of little children and helpless women and to let the chance pass.” “Quite so, that is quite true,” said the senator. “Well, good-morning. I shall let you know to-morrow.” Young Livingstone went down in the elevator with Arkwright, and when they had reached the sidewalk stood regarding him for a moment in silence. “You mustn’t count too much on Stanton, you know,” he said kindly; “he has a way of disappointing people.” “Ah, he can never disappoint me,” Arkwright answered confidently, “no matter how much I expected. Besides, I have already heard him speak.” “I don’t mean that, I don’t mean he is disappointing as a speaker. Stanton is a great orator, I think. Most of those Southerners are, and he’s the only real orator I ever heard. But what I mean is, that he doesn’t go into things impulsively; he first considers himself, and then he considers every other side of the question before he commits himself to it. Before he launches out on a popular wave he tries to find out where it is going to land him. He likes the sort of popular wave that carries him along with it where every one can see him; he doesn’t fancy being hurled up on the beach with his mouth full of sand.” “You are saying that he is selfish, self-seeking?” Arkwright demanded with a challenge in his voice. “I thought you were his friend.”