“Yes. You heard him.”
“But before that farm in Russia——”
“Oh, yes; he was a laborer.”
“Well, he certainly got the crowd with him,” the man acknowledged.
“You know why, don’t you?” Morning said impressively.
“No.”
“He’s for the crowd. People feel it.”
“Oh, I knew that.”
There was quiet, and then the face turned to Morning:
“Say, how did you get such a start as this? This kind means weeks——”