Norton placed his hands in his pockets, and looked him over from head to foot:
"Well, you've got the gall of the devil, I must say, even if you do wear the livery of heaven. You demand free speech at my expense! I like your cheek. It cost my committee two hundred dollars to advertise this meeting and make it a success, and you step up at the last moment and demand that I turn it over to your party. If you want free speech, hire your own hall and make it to your heart's content. You can't address this crowd from a speaker's stand built with my money."
"You refuse?"
Norton looked at him steadily for a moment and took a step closer:
"I am trying to convey that impression to your mind. Must I use my foot to emphasize it?"
The long-haired one paled slightly, turned and quickly pushed his way through the crowd to a group awaiting him on the edge of the brush arbor that had been built to shelter the people from the sun. The Chairman whispered to Norton:
"There'll be trouble certain—they're a tough lot. More than half the men here are with him."
"They won't be when I've finished," he answered with a smile.
"You'd better divide with them——"
"I'll see him in hell first!"