"Oh, no; I'm well used to it."
"I presume you are, in a way. Still, some of the complaints are so ridiculous. I suppose you've heard the latest?"
"Nothing later than Mr. Jordan's demand for sixty days in which to complete a week's journey."
"Oh, it isn't that; that's an individual grievance. The other involves the entire party. Of course, you are aware that the Tadmor is no longer the rear car in the train?"
"Oh, Lord! are they going to fight about that?"
"Unquestionably. Didn't you promise some of them that this particular chariot should be at the tail-end of the trans-continental procession?"
"No. It was merely an answer to a question. I said that extra cars were usually put on behind. Are they going to demand it as a right?"
"Yes; I believe the deputation is waiting for you now."
"Heavens—what a lot of cranks!" said Brockway, despairingly. "The thing can't be done, but I may as well go and fight it out."
The deputation was in section six, and one of the committee rose and gave him a seat.