"'Well, it's hard tellin'—in two or three months, probably.'
"'Well, I'd like the money on this order. I need it. Can't I git somebody to cash it for me?'
"'Well, I dunno. I guess they'll take it at the store. My brother John might cash it—possibly, as an accommodation.'
"Well, my friend goes over to Brother John's bank, and Brother John cashes the order, and gives him eight dollars for it. Brother John then turns in the order to the treasurer and gets twelve dollars for it, and then they 'divvy' on the thing. Now, how's that for a nice game?"
"It's a damn lie!" shouted an excited man in the foreground. He had his sleeves rolled up and kept up a continual muttering growl.
"It's the truth," repeated Bradley. There was a strong Russell contingent in the meeting, and they were full of fight. The angry man in front repeated his shout:
"That's a lie! Take it back, or I'll yank yeh off'n that wagon box."
"Come and try it," said Bradley, throwing off his coat.
The excitement had reached the point where blows begin. Several irresponsible fellows were urging their companion on.