Here, I'll give you a Written order for it.

Fly, now, and fetch it.

We'll soon see!" Brady flew.

Immediately the sort of quiet began to steal over the crowd which means dawning doubt, misgiving; and might be translated into the words, "Maybe he is expecting a cablegram--maybe he has got a father somewhere--maybe we've been just a little too fresh, just a shade too 'previous'!" Loud talk ceased; then the mutterings and low murmurings and whisperings died out.

The crowd began to crumble apart.