The next quarter of an hour was a vague confusion, every one talking at once, conversations going on in low tones in various corners of the room.

Ink, pens, and a sheaf of foolscap were brought from the ranch house.

A set of resolutions was draughted, having the force of a pledge, organising the League of Defence.

Annixter was the first to sign.

Others followed, only a few holding back, refusing to join till they had thought the matter over.
The roll grew; the paper circulated about the table; each signature was welcomed by a salvo of cheers.