"It was, sir. The delegates from the various shafts were on hand, though many were unable to attend."
"May I say something, sir?" asked Steve.
"Certainly. What is it, Rush?"
"I merely wish to present for your consideration the fact that I believe the meeting at which these demands were drawn up was not a representative one. Many of us did not receive our notifications until this morning."
"That was your own fault," interjected Cavard.
"I beg to differ with you. The notifications advising us that the meeting was to be held last night were not mailed until midnight last night, after the meeting had taken place, Mr. Cavard, and you know that is the truth. It was a 'fixed' meeting and I am willing to go before a representative gathering of the union and prove that fact."
"I object!" shouted the Duke. "I did not come here to be insulted by a young loafer like you."
Mr. Penton hammered on the table with his fist.
"Gentlemen, that will do. Mr. Rush is not a loafer. I consider him a young gentleman and an honest man. If his point is correct, I have but one thing to say."
Cavard's face worked nervously. He was making a violent effort to control himself. Mr. Penton was eyeing the man keenly.