It was chivalrous. It appealed to the youth in
Harlan. His manhandling of the amazed Spinney was an unheard-of event
among gentlemen at a political convention, but there was more than
impulse behind it. Harlan Thornton was a woodsman. Social conventions
make the muscles subservient, but in the more primitive conditions the
muscles leap ahead of the mind.
Therefore, he came with Mr. Spinney and tossed him into the presence of
the chief, who had sent for him.
Then he set his broad shoulders against the door, for fists had begun to
hammer at it.
It was evident at once that Spinney recognized the nature of the
conference that had assembled in General Waymouth's room, and knew what
the personnel of the group signified.
He looked around him and started toward the door.
"I've got witnesses to that assault, and you're going to suffer for it,"
he blustered. Harlan did not give way.
"You can't leave here yet, Mr. Spinney--not until General Waymouth
finishes his business with you."
The General had viewed Mr.
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