"I think you are mistaken," replied the walking delegate, drawing himself up frigidly. "At least I have nothing to do with that. It was the will of the meeting, and there was nothing for me to do but to put to vote the motions that were offered."
Steve surveyed the walking delegate with a sarcastic look on his face.
"Has Caldert the minutes of the meeting, or have you?"
"I believe he has them."
"Then I shall demand to see them to-night. I want to know what was done at that meeting, and I think I have a right to know. I shall bring the matter before the next meeting and find out whether you have the right to railroad through a piece of business like this. It's not that I care a rap about holding the office, but I don't propose to be done out of it in any such way without finding out what it all means."
Cavard saw possibilities of trouble.
"Don't be a baby. Take your medicine like a man. You are proving that you are not fitted for an office in the union yet. When you get older and have had more experience, then perhaps you may do."
There was an implied sneer in the man's tone, which his smiling face failed to mask.
"Indeed! I shall bring the subject before the next full meeting of the union, just the same, and we shall see whether it will stand or not."
"Look here, young man!"