Will you fix it, Brother Baldwin?"
"Sure!" said the young man eagerly.
"How many will you take?"
"Half a dozen, and two to guard the door. You'll come, Gower,
and you, Mansel, and you, Scanlan, and the two Willabys."
"I promised the new brother he should go," said the chairman.
Ted Baldwin looked at McMurdo with eyes which showed that he had
not forgotten nor forgiven. "Well, he can come if he wants," he
said in a surly voice. "That's enough. The sooner we get to
work the better."
The company broke up with shouts and yells and snatches of
drunken song. The bar was still crowded with revellers, and many
of the brethren remained there. The little band who had been
told off for duty passed out into the street, proceeding in twos
and threes along the sidewalk so as not to provoke attention. It
was a bitterly cold night, with a half-moon shining brilliantly
in a frosty, star-spangled sky. The men stopped and gathered in
a yard which faced a high building. The words, "Vermissa Herald"
were printed in gold lettering between the brightly lit windows.
From within came the clanking of the printing press.
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