"I have spoken," said Crazy.
"So have I."
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," protested the Honourable Cheyenne Baxter, "we must have harmony."
"Rats!" said Opdyke. "I demand a vote."
"I insist upon it," said Wash.
The vote was taken and Macnooder was declared chairman of the Finance Committee. Crazy Opdyke arose and made them a profound bow.
"Gentlemen, I have the honour of bidding you farewell," he said, loftily. "The voice of freedom has been stifled. This great party is in the hands of commercial interests and private privilege. This is nothing but a Dickinson House sinecure. I retire, I withdraw, I shake the dust from my feet. I depart, but I shall not sleep, I shall not rest, I shall neither forget nor forgive. Remember, gentlemen of the Anti-Federalist party, this hour, and when in the stillness of the night you hear the swish of the poisoned arrow, the swirl of the tomahawk, the thud of the secret stone, pause and say to yourself, 'Crazy Opdyke done it!'"
"It is unfortunate," said Cheyenne, when Crazy had departed, "most unfortunate, but that's politics."
"Crazy has no influence," said Wash, contemptuously.
"He has our secrets," said Cheyenne gloomily.