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Keast
,
beside
himself
with
anger
,
pushed
down
the
aisle
underneath
where
the
recalcitrant
group
had
its
place
and
,
shaking
his
fist
,
called
up
at
them
:
“
You
were
paid
to
break
up
this
meeting
.
If
you
have
anything
to
say
;
you
will
be
afforded
the
opportunity
,
but
if
you
do
not
let
the
gentleman
proceed
,
the
police
will
be
called
upon
to
put
you
out
.
”
But
at
this
,
the
man
who
had
raised
the
first
shout
leaned
over
the
balcony
rail
,
and
,
his
face
flaming
with
wrath
,
shouted
:
“
YAH
!
talk
to
me
of
your
police
.
Look
out
we
don
’
t
call
on
them
first
to
arrest
your
President
for
bribery
.
You
and
your
howl
about
law
and
justice
and
corruption
!
Here
”
—
he
turned
to
the
audience
—
“
read
about
him
,
read
the
story
of
how
the
Sacramento
convention
was
bought
by
Magnus
Derrick
,
President
of
the
San
Joaquin
League
.
Here
’
s
the
facts
printed
and
proved
.
”
With
the
words
,
he
stooped
down
and
from
under
his
seat
dragged
forth
a
great
package
of
extra
editions
of
the
“
Bonneville
Mercury
,
”
not
an
hour
off
the
presses
.
Other
equally
large
bundles
of
the
paper
appeared
in
the
hands
of
the
surrounding
group
.
The
strings
were
cut
and
in
handfuls
and
armfuls
the
papers
were
flung
out
over
the
heads
of
the
audience
underneath
.
The
air
was
full
of
the
flutter
of
the
newly
printed
sheets
.
They
swarmed
over
the
rim
of
the
gallery
like
clouds
of
monstrous
,
winged
insects
,
settled
upon
the
heads
and
into
the
hands
of
the
audience
,
were
passed
swiftly
from
man
to
man
,
and
within
five
minutes
of
the
first
outbreak
every
one
in
the
Opera
House
had
read
Genslinger
’
s
detailed
and
substantiated
account
of
Magnus
Derrick
’
s
“
deal
”
with
the
political
bosses
of
the
Sacramento
convention
.
Genslinger
,
after
pocketing
the
Governor
’
s
hush
money
,
had
“
sold
him
out
.
”
Keast
,
one
quiver
of
indignation
,
made
his
way
back
upon
the
stage
.
The
Leaguers
were
in
wild
confusion
.
Half
the
assembly
of
them
were
on
their
feet
,
bewildered
,
shouting
vaguely
.
From
proscenium
wall
to
foyer
,
the
Opera
House
was
a
tumult
of
noise
.
The
gleam
of
the
thousands
of
the
“
Mercury
”
extras
was
like
the
flash
of
white
caps
on
a
troubled
sea
.
Keast
faced
the
audience
.
“
Liars
,
”
he
shouted
,
striving
with
all
the
power
of
his
voice
to
dominate
the
clamour
,
“
liars
and
slanderers
.
Your
paper
is
the
paid
organ
of
the
corporation
.
You
have
not
one
shadow
of
proof
to
back
you
up
.
Do
you
choose
this
,
of
all
times
,
to
heap
your
calumny
upon
the
head
of
an
honourable
gentleman
,
already
prostrated
by
your
murder
of
his
son
?
Proofs
—
we
demand
your
proofs
!
”
