My mind is made up," answered Jefferson decisively.
The telephone rang, and Jefferson got up to go.

Mr.Ryder took up the receiver.
"Hallo! What's that?
Sergeant Ellison?
Yes, send him up." Putting the telephone down, Ryder, Sr., rose, and crossing the room accompanied his son to the door.
"Think it well over, Jeff.

Don't be hasty." "I have thought it over, sir, and I have decided to go." A few moments later Jefferson left the house.
Ryder, Sr., went back to his desk and sat for a moment in deep thought.

For the first time in his life he was face to face with defeat; for the first time he had encountered a will as strong as his own.

He who could rule parliaments and dictate to governments now found himself powerless to rule his own son.