The president caught at the suggestion. “You make that a point of order?”
“Yes,” said Zorn.
Carson turned to Sam. “Have you any authority?”
“Sure he has!” Step broke in; but the declaration went unheeded.
“I’ve no authority, in writing,” Sam said quietly. “But I don’t need it. I don’t admit Zorn’s point is well taken.”
“I rule it is,” said the president.
“Then I’ll appeal to the class.”
But the class was not with Sam. The vote against him and in support of the chair was five or six to one.
Step groaned loudly. Then informally but perfectly audibly he expressed his opinion of plots and plotters. Angry murmurs rose from the other side. The chairman pounded the desk lustily.
Orkney with difficulty gained recognition.