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In
the
harness
room
,
however
,
the
excitement
continued
unchecked
.
One
rancher
after
another
delivered
himself
of
a
torrent
of
furious
words
.
There
was
no
order
,
merely
the
frenzied
outcry
of
blind
fury
.
One
spirit
alone
was
common
to
all
—
resistance
at
whatever
cost
and
to
whatever
lengths
.
Suddenly
Osterman
leaped
to
his
feet
,
his
bald
head
gleaming
in
the
lamp
-
light
,
his
red
ears
distended
,
a
flood
of
words
filling
his
great
,
horizontal
slit
of
a
mouth
,
his
comic
actor
’
s
face
flaming
.
Like
the
hero
of
a
melodrama
,
he
took
stage
with
a
great
sweeping
gesture
.
“
ORGANISATION
,
”
he
shouted
,
“
that
must
be
our
watch
-
word
.
The
curse
of
the
ranchers
is
that
they
fritter
away
their
strength
.
Now
,
we
must
stand
together
,
now
,
NOW
.
Here
’
s
the
crisis
,
here
’
s
the
moment
.
Shall
we
meet
it
?
I
CALL
FOR
THE
LEAGUE
.
Not
next
week
,
not
to
-
morrow
,
not
in
the
morning
,
but
now
,
now
,
now
,
this
very
moment
,
before
we
go
out
of
that
door
.
Every
one
of
us
here
to
join
it
,
to
form
the
beginnings
of
a
vast
organisation
,
banded
together
to
death
,
if
needs
be
,
for
the
protection
of
our
rights
and
homes
.
Are
you
ready
?
Is
it
now
or
never
?
I
call
for
the
League
.
”
Instantly
there
was
a
shout
.
With
an
actor
’
s
instinct
,
Osterman
had
spoken
at
the
precise
psychological
moment
.
He
carried
the
others
off
their
feet
,
glib
,
dexterous
,
voluble
.
Just
what
was
meant
by
the
League
the
others
did
not
know
,
but
it
was
something
,
a
vague
engine
,
a
machine
with
which
to
fight
.
Osterman
had
not
done
speaking
before
the
room
rang
with
outcries
,
the
crowd
of
men
shouting
,
for
what
they
did
not
know
.
“
The
League
!
The
League
!
”
“
Now
,
to
-
night
,
this
moment
;
sign
our
names
before
we
leave
.
”
“
He
’
s
right
.
Organisation
!
The
League
!
”
“
We
have
a
committee
at
work
already
,
”
Osterman
vociferated
.
“
I
am
a
member
,
and
also
Mr
.
Broderson
,
Mr
.
Annixter
,
and
Mr
.
Harran
Derrick
.
What
our
aims
are
we
will
explain
to
you
later
.
Let
this
committee
be
the
nucleus
of
the
League
—
temporarily
,
at
least
.
Trust
us
.
We
are
working
for
you
and
with
you
.
Let
this
committee
be
merged
into
the
larger
committee
of
the
League
,
and
for
President
of
the
League
”
—
he
paused
the
fraction
of
a
second
—
“
for
President
there
can
be
but
one
name
mentioned
,
one
man
to
whom
we
all
must
look
as
leader
—
Magnus
Derrick
.
”
The
Governor
’
s
name
was
received
with
a
storm
of
cheers
.
The
harness
room
reechoed
with
shouts
of
:
