"Carried. We strike at midnight," announced the chairman.
The diversion of voting on the motion had, for the moment, drawn the attention of the men from the Iron Boys. Steve was still standing. His face was flushed and he was gazing at the excited faces about him intently.
"Traitor, traitor!" screamed the mob once more, turning their attention to the slim young fellow who was facing them so calmly.
"There is the Traitor!" Cried Rush.
"There is the traitor!" cried Rush, pointing to the triumphant Cavard. "That is the man who has brought this about, and all for his own gain. He is as crooked as the tram road on the sixteenth level in the Red Rock Mine."
With a yell, the mob surged toward the spot where Steve was standing. Bob Jarvis slowly rose to his feet.
"We're in for it, Steve," he said.
"It looks that way. Stand fast!"
"You bet I will. I am just spoiling to crack a few of those wooden heads."