“I will not submit to be bulldozed or intimidated,” declared the Governor huskily.
“The list stands?” persisted the other.
“It stands, subject to the approval of this body.”
“Doubtless you can carry it,” conceded the objector, ranging the assemblage with his clear and contemptuous glance.
“Vote,” piped up an uncertain and tentative voice.
“But you would be well advised not to make the attempt.”
Martin Embree conceived that the proper course now was to ignore this unforeseen assailant of his plan. “I will proceed with the reading,” he announced.
“I beg your pardon,” said the relentless and polite voice. “One moment. You will have until this evening to withdraw your list.”
“And vot then? Vot then?” broke in Emil Bausch, thrusting upward a truculent face.
“Do you want civil war in this State?” challenged Fliess.