Katherine clutched Old Hosie’s arm.
“Did you hear those cries against my father?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I know now what I shall do!”
He saw that her eyes were afire with decision.
“What?”
“I am going across there, watch my chance, slip out upon the speakers’ stand, and expose and denounce Mr. Blake before Mr. Blake’s own audience!”
The audacity of the plan for a moment caught Old Hosie’s breath. Then its dramatic quality fired his imagination.
“Gorgeous!” he exclaimed.