And after Mr. Pollard had gone, he rushed off in great excitement to tell Everley about it. “You won't need to print those circulars,” he said. “For I told him where the meeting was to be.”
But Everley only smiled at this. “We'll get out our stuff just the same,” he said. “You'd better wait until you've seen what the 'Express' prints.”
“What do you mean?” asked the boy. But Everley would not explain—he merely told Samuel to wait. He did not seem to be as much excited as he should have been.
Samuel went home again. And later on in the afternoon, while Mrs. Stedman had gone out to the grocer's, there came a knock on the door, and he opened it, and to his amazement found himself confronted by Billy Finnegan.
“Hello, young fellow!” said Finnegan.
“Hello!” said Samuel.
“What's this I hear about your making a speech?” asked Finnegan.
“I'm going to,” was the reply. “But how did you know?”
“I got it from Callahan. Slattery told him.”
“Slattery! Has he heard about it?”