“Oh, bless God, we are saved!—he has lost ours—I wouldn’t give this for a hundred of those sacks!”
The house burst out with its “Mikado” travesty, and sang it three times with ever-increasing enthusiasm, rising to its feet when it reached for the third time the closing line—
“But the Symbols are here, you bet!”
and finishing up with cheers and a tiger for “Hadleyburg purity and our eighteen immortal representatives of it.”
Then Wingate, the saddler, got up and proposed cheers “for the cleanest man in town, the one solitary important citizen in it who didn’t try to steal that money—Edward Richards.”
They were given with great and moving heartiness; then somebody proposed that “Richards be elected sole Guardian and Symbol of the now Sacred Hadleyburg Tradition, with power and right to stand up and look the whole sarcastic world in the face.”
Passed, by acclamation; then they sang the “Mikado” again, and ended it with—
“And there’s one Symbol left, you bet!”
There was a pause; then—
A Voice. “Now, then, who’s to get the sack?”