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But--believe an old man, dear sir--you on your horse are not only misreading the Sermon but mistaking the Mount!" Mr.Colt rode off to his squad, and none too soon; for the men, startled by Mr.Isidore's sudden onslaught of authority and the explosive language in which he ordered them hither and thither, cursing one for his slowness with the measuring-tape, taking another by the shoulders and pushing him into position, began to show signs of mutiny.

Mr.Julius Bamberger mopped a perspiring brow as he ran about vainly trying to interpose.
"Isidore, this is damned nonsense, I tell you!" "You leave 'em to me," panted Mr.Isidore.