Mr. Banning. The teacher's face, at that moment, was transformed.
The closing bell rang, but it was a half hour before the school had emptied and the students had gone their way. Littlefield's attempt to express himself had been incoherent. Perry King's sentiments had found expression in but one sentence, repeated over and over again.
"I'll tell the world I'm an American and darned glad of it."
Praska reached home long past his usual time. A rolled newspaper thrown there by a carrier, was on the front porch. It was the Evening Star; he unrolled it and smoothed out its creases. There was nothing in the news columns about Commissioner Hunter's message to Mr. Rue; probably the Commissioner's decision had come too late to be published that day. But on the editorial page was this:
Torch Bearers of Democracy
