"I move we elect Steve Rush our secretary," cried a man, springing to a chair.
"Second the motion!"
Driscold, rather red of face, rapped for order.
"It has been moved and seconded that Stephen Rush be elected as secretary of this organization. I will not attempt to advise you. It is for you to say whom you desire to fill your offices. But be sure that you make no mistake. Rush may be a most estimable young man, but you must remember that he is young."
"Not so young that he didn't save the lives of a lot of the men," cried one.
"Rush, Rush, Rush!" roared the miners.
"All in favor will rise," announced Driscold.
He plainly showed his irritation, as did Cavard. The meeting had taken a turn that they did not like. Still, the organizers had won. Affairs were practically in their own hands.
Every man in the room sprang to his feet, shouting for the Iron Boy.
"Young Rush is unanimously elected," announced Driscold. "The newly elected officers will take their places."