I want those fifty cavalrymen equipped! Do you get that ?" While his eyes held Beckitt uncomfortably with their stern steadfastness, Luck thrust the script into his coat pocket that had a permanent, motion-picture-director sag to it.

"If I meant that any old gun would do, I'd give my orders that way.

Now, remember, there isn't going to be any waiting around while you go back and argue, nor any makeshifts, nor anything but fifty cavalrymen fully equipped.

Here's the list complete for to-morrow's order.

You see that it's filled!" Beckitt took the list which he should have made himself, since that was what he was paid for doing, and went off in the sulks and the company machine.