Half a dozen men accosted him as he moved through the aisle, but he shook them off angrily.

An effort to start another demonstration in his honor was not wholly fruitless.

It resulted at least in a good deal of confusion of which the chair was briefly tolerant; then he resumed his pounding, while Harwood stood stubbornly on his chair.
The Tallest Delegate, known to be a recent convert to Thatcher, was thoroughly aroused, and advanced toward the platform shouting; but the chairman leveled his gavel at him and bade him sit down.

The moment was critical; the veriest tyro felt the storm-spirit brooding over the hall.
The voice of the chairman was now audible.
"The chair recognizes the delegate from Marion." "Out of order! What's his name!" howled many voices.
The chairman graciously availed himself of the opportunity to announce the name of the gentleman he had recognized.
"Mr.Harwood, of Marion, has the floor.

The convention will be in order.
The gentleman will proceed." "Mr.Chairman, I rise to a point of order." Dan's voice rose sonorously; the convention was relieved to find that the gentleman in blue serge could be heard; he was audible even to Mr.
Thatcher's excited counsellors in the corridors.
"The delegate will kindly state his point of order." The chairman was quietly courteous.