Thrilled to the core by the momentous news he had just read, Ridge
hastened to impart it to his mother and sister. At the same time he
ordered a horse on which he might ride to the city for further details of
the stupendous event. As he was about to depart, Spence Cuthbert and her
escort, returning from their ride, dashed up to the doorway.

"Have you heard the news?" cried Ridge, barely nodding to Dodley.

"Yes," replied Spence. "Isn't it dreadful? Mr. Dodley told me all about
it, and after hearing it I couldn't bear to ride any farther, so we came
back."

"I wish he had told me before you started," said Ridge, "so that I might
have been in the city long ago."

"You were so busily and pleasantly engaged with your roses that I
hesitated to interrupt you," murmured Herman Dodley. "Now, however, if I
can be of any assistance to you in the city, pray consider me at your
service."

"Can you assist me, sir, to obtain a commission in the army that will be
summoned to visit a terrible punishment upon Spain for her black
treachery?"

"Undoubtedly I could, and of course I would do so with pleasure if the
occasion should arise. But there won't be any war. The great Yankee
nation is too busy accumulating dollars to fight over a thing of this
kind. We will demand a money indemnity, it will be promptly paid, and
the whole affair will quickly be forgotten."