“Some speech, Poke!” cried Herman Boyd.
“Shouldn’t wonder if there were something in the idea,” contributed the Trojan.
“Thanks, kind friends!” chuckled Poke; but quickly grew serious again. “In a nutshell, my notion is this: If Tom Orkney has been driven out of town, we’ve driven him—and a good job, too, from first to last!”
Two or three heads nodded vigorous assent; but there was a little pause. Step broke it.
“Sam, you’re keeping mighty quiet. What’s your opinion?”
Sam hesitated. “My opinion? I—why, I don’t know that I’d go quite as far as Poke goes, but——”
“But I’m right, in the main,” Poke insisted.
“Well, I guess we’ve been justified in everything we’ve done,” Sam told him. “I know I’ve tried to be fair. And, certainly, there has been evidence enough.”
“You’re right there!” cried the Trojan.
“Every time!” quoth Step.