"Oh, that's your ruling, is it?"
"Yes, it is, Ted Baldwin," said McGinty, with a wicked stare.
"Is it you that would dispute it?"
"You would throw over one that has stood by you this five years
in favour of a man that you never saw before in your life?
You're not Bodymaster for life, Jack McGinty, and by God! when
next it comes to a vote--"
The Councillor sprang at him like a tiger. His hand closed round
the other's neck, and he hurled him back across one of the
barrels. In his mad fury he would have squeezed the life out of
him if McMurdo had not interfered.
"Easy, Councillor! For heaven's sake, go easy!" he cried, as he
dragged him back.
McGinty released his hold, and Baldwin, cowed and shaken gasping
for breath, and shivering in every limb, as one who has looked
over the very edge of death, sat up on the barrel over which he
had been hurled.
"You've been asking for it this many a day, Ted Baldwin--now
you've got it!" cried McGinty, his huge chest rising and falling.
"Maybe you think if I was voted down from Bodymaster you would
find yourself in my shoes. It's for the lodge to say that.
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