We can and we will.
Then will come the time for generosity."
Phineas Cross struck the table with the flat of his hand.
"Boys," he said, "I feel the sweat in every pore of my body.
We've nigh done a horrible thing. We are with you, Mr. Orden.
But about that little skunk there? How did you find him out?"
"Through Miss Abbeway," Julian answered. "You have her to thank.
I can assure you that every charge I have made can be
substantiated."
There was a little murmur of confidence. Everyone seemed to find
speech difficult.
"One word more," Julian went on. "Don't disband this Council.
Keep it together, just as it is. Keep this building. Keep our
association and sanctify it to one purpose--victory."
A loud clamour of applause answered him. Once more Cross glanced
towards the prostrate form upon the sofa.
"Let no one interfere," Julian enjoined. "There is an Act which
will deal with him. He will be removed from this place presently,
and he will not be heard of again for a little time. We don't
want a soul to know how nearly we were duped. It rests with every
one of you to destroy all the traces of what might have happened.
You can do this if you will. To-morrow call a meeting of the
Council. Appoint a permanent chairman, a new secretary, draw out
a syllabus of action for promoting increased production, for
stimulating throughout every industry a passionate desire for
victory. If speaking, writing, or help of mine in any way is
wanted, it is yours.
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