He sat down and stretched his long legs and his long arms, and smiled as he gaped.
"Oh, they'll never get me," he said. And I knew, as I gazed at him, that they never would.
"What sort of things did they say?" I asked.
"Haven't you read the Pilot and the Mail and State?"
"I just glanced over them. Did they call names?"
"Call names! I should say they did. They got drunk on it, worked themselves up like dervishes. They didn't cuss you personally,—that'll come later, of course. Judd Jason got the heaviest shot, but they said he couldn't exist a minute if it wasn't for the 'respectable' crowd—capitalists, financiers, millionaires and their legal tools. Fact is, they spoke a good deal of truth, first and last, in a fool kind of way."
"Truth!" I exclaimed irritatedly.
Ralph laughed. He was evidently enjoying himself.
"Is any of it news to you, Hughie, old boy?"
"It's an outrage."