"I can take care of myself. Officer, will you kindly get a carriage for me?"
"Sure, Mr. Warrington," said the policeman.
The two managed to get out. In fact, everybody was moving toward the exits. They had forgotten Mr. Rudolph, who completed his effort before a two-thirds empty hall. They say that he went back to his hotel that night disgusted with humanity and, mayhap, with the fact that the fight had not occurred nearer the stage. Orators are human also.
As Warrington followed Bennington into the carriage the door closed and a head was thrust inside the open window.
"Don't forget me when you're mayor, Mr. Warrington," said Bill Osborne.
"Well?" Warrington was in no mood for banalities.
Bill glanced hastily from side to side, then said, in a stage whisper that sent Bennington into a roar of laughter:
"I sick'd 'em!"