The jock got slowly to his feet, and announced that he wanted satisfaction.

'If ye open your dirty gab to blagyird honest men, I'll come up on the platform and wring your neck.' At that there was a fine old row, some crying out 'Order', some 'Fair play', and some applauding.

A Canadian at the back of the hall started a song, and there was an ugly press forward.

The hall seemed to be moving up from the back, and already men were standing in all the passages and right to the edge of the platform.

I did not like the look in the eyes of these new-comers, and among the crowd I saw several who were obviously plain-clothes policemen.
The chairman whispered a word to the speaker, who continued when the noise had temporarily died down.