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He
had
failed
,
thus
he
told
himself
.
In
that
moment
of
crisis
,
that
at
the
time
he
believed
had
been
an
inspiration
,
he
had
failed
.
The
people
would
not
consider
him
,
would
not
believe
that
he
could
do
them
service
.
Then
suddenly
he
seemed
to
remember
.
The
resolute
set
of
his
lips
returned
once
more
.
Pushing
his
way
through
the
crowded
streets
,
he
went
on
towards
the
stable
where
he
had
left
his
pony
.
Meanwhile
,
in
the
Opera
House
,
a
great
commotion
had
occurred
.
Magnus
Derrick
had
appeared
.
Only
a
sense
of
enormous
responsibility
,
of
gravest
duty
could
have
prevailed
upon
Magnus
to
have
left
his
house
and
the
dead
body
of
his
son
that
day
.
But
he
was
the
President
of
the
League
,
and
never
since
its
organisation
had
a
meeting
of
such
importance
as
this
one
been
held
.
He
had
been
in
command
at
the
irrigating
ditch
the
day
before
.
It
was
he
who
had
gathered
the
handful
of
Leaguers
together
.
It
was
he
who
must
bear
the
responsibility
of
the
fight
.
When
he
had
entered
the
Opera
House
,
making
his
way
down
the
central
aisle
towards
the
stage
,
a
loud
disturbance
had
broken
out
,
partly
applause
,
partly
a
meaningless
uproar
.
Many
had
pressed
forward
to
shake
his
hand
,
but
others
were
not
found
wanting
who
,
formerly
his
staunch
supporters
,
now
scenting
opposition
in
the
air
,
held
back
,
hesitating
,
afraid
to
compromise
themselves
by
adhering
to
the
fortunes
of
a
man
whose
actions
might
be
discredited
by
the
very
organisation
of
which
he
was
the
head
.
Declining
to
take
the
chair
of
presiding
officer
which
Garnett
offered
him
,
the
Governor
withdrew
to
an
angle
of
the
stage
,
where
he
was
joined
by
Keast
.
This
one
,
still
unalterably
devoted
to
Magnus
,
acquainted
him
briefly
with
the
tenor
of
the
speeches
that
had
been
made
.
“
I
am
ashamed
of
them
,
Governor
,
”
he
protested
indignantly
,
“
to
lose
their
nerve
now
!
To
fail
you
now
!
it
makes
my
blood
boil
.
If
you
had
succeeded
yesterday
,
if
all
had
gone
well
,
do
you
think
we
would
have
heard
of
any
talk
of
’
assumption
of
authority
,
’
or
’
acting
without
advice
and
consent
’
?
As
if
there
was
any
time
to
call
a
meeting
of
the
Executive
Committee
.
If
you
hadn
’
t
acted
as
you
did
,
the
whole
county
would
have
been
grabbed
by
the
Railroad
.
Get
up
,
Governor
,
and
bring
’
em
all
up
standing
.
Just
tear
’
em
all
to
pieces
,
show
’
em
that
you
are
the
head
,
the
boss
.
That
’
s
what
they
need
.
That
killing
yesterday
has
shaken
the
nerve
clean
out
of
them
.
”
For
the
instant
the
Governor
was
taken
all
aback
.
What
,
his
lieutenants
were
failing
him
?
What
,
he
was
to
be
questioned
,
interpolated
upon
yesterday
’
s
“
irrepressible
conflict
”
?
Had
disaffection
appeared
in
the
ranks
of
the
League
—
at
this
,
of
all
moments
?
He
put
from
him
his
terrible
grief
.
The
cause
was
in
danger
.
At
the
instant
he
was
the
President
of
the
League
only
,
the
chief
,
the
master
.
A
royal
anger
surged
within
him
,
a
wide
,
towering
scorn
of
opposition
.
He
would
crush
this
disaffection
in
its
incipiency
,
would
vindicate
himself
and
strengthen
the
cause
at
one
and
the
same
time
.
He
stepped
forward
and
stood
in
the
speaker
’
s
place
,
turning
partly
toward
the
audience
,
partly
toward
the
assembled
Leaguers
.
