5.30 P.M.
I am trembling with excitement. On getting out of the motor, I met Hyde, of the Herald. He has just had a telegram (the real sense made clear by reading every other word—thus outwitting the censor) that the whole North Atlantic fleet was being rushed to the Gulf, and that a thousand marines were being shipped from Pensacola. Hyde says that Huerta said to-day, “Is it a calamity? No, it is the best thing that could happen to us!”
I hear Hohler’s voice in the anteroom....