His was the assured, resourceful bearing of the man of action, whose hands have kept his head, contrasting sharply with the Miner's heavy and tentative slowness, the awkward self-consciousness of the Easy One, the Objector's furtive and apprehensive manner, or the Near-Collegian's languid affectation of dilettantism.
"Be a sport!" He threw out a hand, his confident voice ringing with decision.

"We are seven!--( or at least we will be when we pick up a financier at Atwood's).

Get together! Let us adopt our learned brother's ingenious device.

Should fraud fail, we can always fall back on---- '_the simple plan That each should take who hath the power.
And he should keep that can_.' "As alternative, or, I should say, as reserve, I offer--this!" A swift gleam of silver and steel: he laid a cocked .45 beside the other exhibits.
"The sword of Brennus! Woe to the vanquished!" murmured the School-man, when the cheering had abated.

"Mr.Chairman, the amendment is accepted." The entire meeting then lit a cigarette.
The Chair arose, using the six-shooter as gavel.