"What comes naturally," Homer said. "We'll elect each other to the most important positions. But everybody else that seems to have anything at all on the ball will be elected to some committee or other. Give them jobs compiling reports to El Hassan or something. Keep them busy. Give Reunited Nations headquarters in Dakar time to come up with something."
She said worriedly, "Suppose some of these ringleaders are capable, aggressive types and won't stand for us getting all the important positions?"
Crawford grunted. "We're more aggressive and more capable. Let my team handle that. One of the boys will jump up and accuse the guy of being a spy and an enemy of El Hassan, and one of the other boys will bear him out, and a couple of others will hustle him out of the hall." Homer yawned. "It's all routine, Isobel."
Abe was driving up the truck.
Crawford said, "O.K., let's go, gal."
"Roger," she said, climbing first into the back of the vehicle and then up onto the roof of the cab.
Isobel held her hands high above her head and in the cab Abe bore down on the horn for a long moment.
Isobel shrilled, "Hear what the messenger from El Hassan has come to tell us! Hear the friend and devoted follower of El Hassan!"
At the same time, Jake, Kenny, and Cliff discontinued their own harangues and themselves headed for the new speaker.