"The other, boys
would be grinding the same grist if they had control of the machinery.
It's only what I myself used to do." Then his face became grave. "But,
confound it! in these days there seems to be an element that can't take a
joke in politics. There's trouble in the air!"
"Probably!" agreed Morrison, dryly.
Dow walked to the window and looked out with the air of a man who wanted
proof to confirm a statement. "I reckon I'll let you be informed direct
from Trouble Headquarters, Stewart. Headquarters was at the Soldiers'
Memorial in the park when I came past. I gathered that they were picking
out a delegation to call on you. Post-Commander Lanigan of the American
Legion was doing the picking. He's heading the bunch that I see coming
across the street."
"Resign!" barked Mac Tavish through his wicket. But the mayor of Marion
did not appear to hear, nor Calvin Dow to understand.
Morrison faced the door of his office.
Lanigan led in his companions with the marching stride of an overseas
veteran and halted them with a top-sergeant's yelp. Click o' heels and
snap o' the arm! The salute made Captain Sweetsir's previous effort seem
torpid by comparison. That a further comparison with Home Guard methods
and morale was in Commander Lanigan's mind became promptly evident.
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