"Yes, your courage. Some pretty hot-headed men expect to attend that meeting. If they thought that you were there to report it, they would not hesitate to take you up by the scruff of the neck and the seat of the trousers and toss you out of a convenient window."
Barry laughed at this description, and then was silent for a moment.
"Well, my boy," cried the journalist, "if you're not game I won't press the proposition."
"I am game enough," retorted Barry, "but I wouldn't want to do anything that wasn't decent."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I would not like the notion of any underhand work. I don't take much stock in this business of peeping through keyholes and things of that kind."
Conway's face flushed.
"You don't suppose I would ask you to do anything that I wouldn't do myself, do you?"
"No."
"Well, then there is no more to be said. This is a meeting of public men to consider public business, and the public has a right to know all about it."