Farr paused for a moment to give effect to his next words.
“Such in character, in honest impulse, in honor, in ability, in devotion, and in God-given nobility must be the man who will lead you. Has God given such a man to this state? He has!”
“Yes and the devil has given us Nelson Sinkler to speak for that man!”
The voice was shrill and agitated and it came from a section of the hall where the rabid adherents of the machine were massed; it was an amazing and shocking interruption.
“I said Nelson Sinkler--that's you!” screamed the voice.
And on that, from here and there in the hall, like snipers posted in ambush, men shouted the name “Nelson Sinkler”--the words popping like rifles.
There was uproar. Part of it was protest, part hysterical demonstration of excitement in an assemblage which did not in the least understand.
Then after a time came quiet, for the object of the attack stood in his elevated position, unruffled, stern, turning bold front to right and left as men barked at him.
“I am here where all may look on me,” he said. “Let one or all of those who are attacking me stand forth in view, too.”
“It's a cowardly man who will not put his name to a letter or show his face when he makes an accusation,” cried Farr.
“How about a man who doesn't dare to use his own name?” This questioner remained in ambush.
“Your right name isn't Walker Farr and you know it isn't,” bellowed a voice on the opposite side of the hall.
Other voices pot-shotted at him with the words, “Nelson Sinkler.”
“Will one man in this convention stand up and show himself so that I can talk to him face to face?” shouted the man at bay.
Detective Mullaney and Richard Dodd could not find seats. The others were sitting, and the two were marked men.
“Well, Dodd, you have been whispering. What have you to say aloud?” demanded the man they were baiting.
“You!” The tall young man darted a finger at Mullaney.
“He is wanted by the state of Nebraska for murder.”
A sound that was mingled sigh and groan ran and throbbed from galleries to floor; it filled the great hall and seemed to vibrate back and forth over the assemblage. And for the long minute that the dreadful sound continued until it had breathed itself out into horrified silence the man who stood on the settee looked straight into the white face of the girl in the gallery.