When he stopped for breath mother began." "It's all that confounded Dick Prescott's doings! It's a shame! It's a piece of anarchy---that's what it is!" muttered Paulson.
"On my way here I passed three men on the street.

They looked at me pretty hard, and laughed after I had gone by.

Fellows, are we going to allow that mucker, Dick Prescott, to make us by-words in this town ?" "No siree, no!" roared Fremont.
"Good! That's what I like to hear," put in Hudson dryly.

"And what are we going to do to stop Dick Prescott and turn public opinion our ways" "Why-----" "We-----" "The way to-----" "We'll-----" Several spoke at once, then all came to a full stop.

The "soreheads" looked at each other in puzzled silence.
"What are we going to do ?" demanded Fremont.