Can he do what any one of us can--stop the pulse of the nation?
Can he still its furnace fires?
Can he empty the shipyards and factories, hold the trains upon their lines, bring the miners up from under the earth?
Can he--" "He can do all these things," Phineas Cross interrupted, "because he speaks for us, our duly elected representative.

Sit thee down, Fenn.

If you wanted the job, well, you haven't got it, and that's all there is about it, and though you're as glib with your tongue as any here, and though you've as many at your back, perchance, as I have, I tell you I'd never have voted for you if there hadn't been another man here.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it, lad." "All further discussion," the Bishop ruled, "is out of order.

Julian Orden, do you accept this mission ?" Julian rose to his feet.