There was no shouting, no sound save the trample and shuffle of feet; scarcely a voice raised, scarcely an exclamation.
As Craig lowered her to the pavement, a man making his way out said to them: "Well, I guess that ends it." Somebody replied quietly: "I guess that _begins_ it." Farther down the avenue toward the City Hall where the new marble court house was being built, a red glare quivered incessantly against the darkness; distant hoarse rumours penetrated the night air, accented every moment by the sharper clamour of voices calling the _Herald's_ extras.
"Curt ?" "Yes, dear." "If he surrenders----" "It makes no difference what he does now, child." "I know it.

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They've dishonoured the flag.