Madero was about to go to bed in the ranch house when I walked in. He was astonished to see me, having thought that I remained behind at the border. He said he was very sleepy but would give me the interview. I did not fail to tell him how the whole world was waiting on tiptoe for his words, nor fail to hint how important it would be to get out an interview appealing for American sympathy at that time.
Hollow-eyed as he was he started in at once, sitting there on the edge of the bed. I remember that once he stood, and raised his hand in an oratorical gesture while he held in it a sock he had just removed. So he talked as he undressed.