“Aha!” laughed the other. “I knew as much! It is a vile slander!”
“It is true!” protested Samuel. “Dr. Vince, you know that I am telling the truth. What reason would I have for making it up?”
“I have told you, Samuel,” exclaimed Dr. Vince, “that I would have nothing to do with this matter.”
“I will take any member of this vestry to talk with that man!” declared the boy. “Anybody can find out about these things if he wants to. Why, Mr. Wygant told me himself that he had paid money to Slattery to get franchises!”
And then Mr. Wygant came into the controversy. “WHAT!” he shouted.
“Why, of course you did!” cried Samuel in amazement. “Didn't you tell me this very afternoon?”
“I told you nothing of the sort!” declared the man.
“You told me everybody did it—that there was no way to help doing it. You called it the competition of capital!”
“I submit that this is an outrage!” exclaimed Mr. Hickman. “Leave this room, sir!”
“The poor people in this town are suffering and dying!” cried Samuel. “And they are being robbed and oppressed. And are these things to go on forever?”